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I'm not sure why there's apologies being made for the finale being lack luster unless you were talking about the lack of an epic boss battle. There didn't need to be one. We just engaged in a major geopolitical moment and one that will change the world of Araevis more profoundly than any of...

Sleepy Pers is adorable Naevius gives me Doc Brown vibes and I love it Also: That's not caffeine, I don't care what you say crackhead Naevius is now latest my headcannon. Pers don't you become a crackhead too, you've got your whole life ahead of you. THAT SAID Doc Crackhead is a pleasure...

User name: Mystydjinn EX Item Name: Daemon's bane Alternate Names: Leiahwn Deuap User: Aelflead Kirastes Level: B Acquisition: Following the events of the Black Portal, Aelflead indirectly pierced the flesh of Dread Lord Malphas with a cheap, mass produced great sword, originally...

These all sound like good plans to me. Regarding twitter, posting the content is just the first step. Unless there's active managing of the account, making it interact &retweet with other groups on the site so that people have opportunities to click on the profile & check out what it normally...

Dude. Good. Mother. Fucking. Job. This was executed really well. In particular, your pacing was pretty amazing in this piece from the slow establishment of the norm and the smooth characterization brought with that argument, to the flow into and of the action as Quae and Inam returned with...

Not moments after, the light that had been emanating from Aelflead's burning fingers had spread to her hand and then entirely covered her arm. Velden didn't need depth charges, neither do you. Now, warm enough to cause the air around her to ripple wildly and with a sliver doubt in her solution...

"We're not going to wind up anywhere," Aelflead said with the panicked kind of certainty that a only a woman who's seen how she's going to die can carry, "We're gonna wind up just like-" Aelflead started to point at the shambling priest in the room but took another glance at the approach of the...

Considering the cloud of mild irritation and stony indifference that always seemed to follow the red haired woman around, along with the frown she'd been regarding the crowd and all it's inhabitants with mere seconds before; the air of warmth that'd surfaced about her as Mitis skidded to a halt...

In light of the creeping darkness and sound becoming more memory than scientific phenomenon; Aelflead's mind, needing no further incentive to work quickly, started spinning. Time Time Time Time Time Time Time No-. Don't panic, what do you know? Time. Stop? Stopped? Creepy walking dead things...

"Considering the themes of the day have been scavenger hunt," Aelflead re-sheathed one of her daggers. "And glyphs I should remember more clearly than I do, I doubt the pantheon is involved and I'm guessing puzzle over smash and grab, Captain." Aelflead turned to glance around the room briefly...

Mhmm... So in essence, the idea is to restructure writing so it's more like... well crafting a story rather than playing a game. I feel it. It certainly feels like a tangible effort to accomplish it out of previous attempts like you mentioned, I'm down^2 and excited now.

Aelflead would show in Going to the Emperor and Joining the Main Forces I think.

Curious. I'm interested in finding out how using "ability checks" of sorts will work in this manner, so I'm down to see where it goes at the very least.

Aelflead stopped a few meters away, stolen daggers in hand and alert. A lack of visible enemies did not mean a lack of additional enemies altogether and even if it did, the fact this figure was alone said quite a bit about it's potential strength and the importance of the object in the room's...

"Thanks for the pep talk fearless leader," Aelflead snarked, her fingers brightening some as she opened her eyes to watch Keydis push her way into the next room. Then she rose after a moment and drew 2 of the knives she'd pilfered from the late rogue from her cloak and watched the brunette...

Aelflead the only other spurii, who had been sitting near the exit opposite Keydis, bootless, and with fingertips still strangely ablaze, -but otherwise mostly fine- spoke up in agreement with the impatient brunette. "The terran's right. At the very least, keep behind us." She said, her...

Aelflead herself said nothing. She'd somehow thrown Keydis harder than she'd meant to -knocking herself on her ass in the process- and judging from the small flames dancing on her fingertips, the softened stone cooling beneath her feet, and her the stinking mess of charcoal that used to be...

After hitting the ground again, the spurii who’d made it to a far wall was dusting herself off, trying to rub the twisting white spots out of her eyes and silence the incessant ringing in her ears. The mage’s shout; not girly, but far from mannish, and occupying some supernaturally average range...

Left stumbling from the paladin's sudden flight, the heat that'd been bubbling in Aelflead's arm was extinguished with surprise as the room rapidly snapped into focus. Everyone was running for a wall but the paladin. Where is everyone go-? The redhead looked up. Oh. Unsure of where it had...

CLUNK! Went the sound of metal plate armor on stone. "For fuck's sak-Ungh!" Went the air leaving Aelflead's lungs. Caught off guard by the speed of the dead behemoth's charge, the spurii had no time to react and instead took the shield rush head on, catching the paladin's charge like a stone...