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    Character Profile: Agista Rustero

    -Agista Rustero- Agista Rustero is a Non-Playable Character acting as a member of the Kingsglaive. She started as my main character in the popular MMO “Black Desert Online” and I’ve since fallen in love with the character, fleshing her out and making her a very influential character in the Legend of Kingstone. Vennterria, though beautiful and rich with life, was populated by very mundane people. However, ask anyone in Brytannia and they would tell you that the Rustero family was different, they seemed like eager conduits of the winds of magic and through their blood ran abilities and potential never seen before by the humans of Vennterria. Agusta, Berserker Empress of Brytannia, was one of the most famous examples of this trend. She wore the Crown of Aelton, one of the five mythical Vennterrian artifacts, like no one before her, and like no one before her she used its power to unite all of the petty kingdoms of Brytannia into one empire. With the kingdoms united, that empire contained the power to face the likes of Zebulus or Kalador toe-to-toe, and that power was greedily coveted. In order to reinforce her rule, and to ensure the empire would endure her death, Agusta had an heir. A daughter, she was named Agista, after her mother. She was the spitting image of the Empress, with her same emerald green eyes and her same pretty face. All except her hair, which was significantly darker. Agista’s birth had gathered the attention of the dark spirits of Zenneth. You see, the lesser demons of Zenneth had long hungered for the power of the Rustero bloodline. The spirits were trapped in a whole different world, Calpheon, where their power was being extorted and used for benevolent purpose. Without a tangible form, they would never free themselves from their prison. They aimed to abduct a human’s soul, instill in them just enough power to free the Zenneth from their confinement, and use the host to slaughter their captors. The mortal had to be alien to Calpheon, and magically sensitive enough to become a sorcerer. Decades ago, they had possessed Agusta’s uncle Wayfield, who had since freed himself of their evil control and disappeared. Enraged, they even attempted to control Agusta herself, but she proved too strong-willed for their influence. With the birth of an infant Rusteronian they saw their chance once again and schemed for Agista’s abduction. It took eight years to accumulate enough power to both transport and possess the girl, and during that time she was adored by everyone. Innocent and beautiful, Agista was famous for her kindness and everlasting joy. Healthy and loved, she would make for the perfect empress, should Agusta ever unfortunately perish. And then the horrible day finally arrived. Agista would look back at it as the worst night of her life. Sneaking out of the palace after dark, the child wondered the wilds outside of Aelton and it was there the ritual began. Only the crickets could hear her desperate pleas for help as countless tendrils of purple-black energy swirled around her and cemented her feet in the earth. The ritual was desperate and crude, and the pain was worse than anything she experienced since. It was searing, stamping out any conscious thought and the tendrils groping at her sliced deep cuts in her arms and abdomen. The pain was the worst under the ends of each of her eyes, and two black triangles that pointed to the ground were branded there. Eventually, her body gave into the torment and she fainted. It was a miracle she was alive. The first sensation she felt was an incredible dryness. Dryness and heat. Red sand had caked all over her, covering her face and hair, absorbing any moisture like a sponge and clinging to her skin. Coughing up disgusting clots of red sand and dried blood she quickly rolled onto all fours, vomiting black tuffs of god-knows-what before her arms collapsed under her and she fell onto it. Before blacking out again she started to cry. Breathless, tearless sobs until she blacked out again a moment later. She had a terrible nightmare. Freakish, armored wolf-men that stood on two legs and wielded iron blades attacked her. Faster than anything she had ever seen before they pounced at her from all sides, but then right before their sharp fangs and long claws ripped her to shreds, purple-black tendrils extruded from her arms as she tried to shield her face and the thing was ripped in half vertically, spraying blood and gore onto her face. Turning around, another tendril cut three of them brutally with one slice. A ghostly voice filled her thoughts, “You won’t die. You won’t die until I want you to die. Until then you’re mine.” Screaming at the voice in her head, and horrified by the bloody scene in front of her, she woke up to see it wasn’t a dream at all. She was twenty steps from where she appeared in the sand, and her footsteps were surrounded by the shredded corpses of wolfmen. “Who- who are you? What’d you do to them?” she pleaded out loud. She was shaking with fear and weakly stumbling away from the bodies. “Hehehe” the spirit’s cackle reverberated in her head, almost childlike, “My name is Zenural, and like I said, nothing can kill you but me. I could teach you, but you half to… stop… struggling!” Her legs begin to stiffen and she could feel her bones start to bend, causing her to collapse and scream. “Get outta my head,” she commanded trying to sound like her mother. “A feisty one, at such a young age,” said Zenural mockingly. “You’re stuck with me, little rat, and even if I have to break every bone in your body and crawl, we’re going to a nice little place down south of here and we’re gonna make me big and strong.” For months Agista tried to defy the spirit controlling her, but Zenural had an iron grip on the girl. The black spirit explained they were in a desert called Mediah, and there they would travel, from deep dark cave shrine to deep dark cave shrine. If Agista was luckily the spirit killed mice for her to eat, if not she could go days without food, being sustained only by the spirits terrifying presence. Each shrine they visited, the spirit began to strengthen, and soon it could even appear to her. It was a grotesque blob of pitch black flesh with wicked bones protruding from every angle. Each shrine he got bigger, more humanoid and intelligent. Those months she had been forced to do terrible things, slaughter people or even worse, lure them into a trap that used their lifeforce as a terrible offering to the shrines. Hesitantly, the spirit would teach her its ways, feeding her with portions of its power, teaching her how to carve bones and old obsidian fragments to craft talismans and amulets with them. Taught her how to use his terrible magic to fight and summon dark entities, even how to teleport short distances, which the spirit called ‘blinking’. --- “Yes little rat, today is your big day. Today you’re going to raid Tarif. The cesspool is filled with conniving sorceresses. Hoarding artifacts and edifices beyond their understanding. Wretched whores wheel my brethren around like cattle, using them to fuel their spells. They have everything we need and I’m going to take it all and free my brothers. And YOU’RE going to KILL them all.” she could feel its lust for blood in its voice. The feeling sent shivers down her spine as Zenural behind her, wrapping horribly spiked fingers around each of her shoulders. The village of Tarif was beautiful, a quaint oasis in the middle of the horrible Median desert. The people looked peaceful and happy, not like the bandits and wolfmen she was forced to kill in the past. She swallowed hard as the spirit forced her forward. As soon as they passed the threshold, the villagers knew they were there. Zenural wasn’t lying, it was home to sorceresses. They appeared, floating over houses like birds and sending spiraling waves of magic wind at them. Agista tensed and shielded her face as a half dome of dark energy shielded herself from the blast. Zenural gurgled something harshly in a language Agista didn’t recognize as sharp shards of black crystal formed orbiting her before being launched out like arrows at the throats of the defenders. They glanced off the women’s wards seamlessly and then they sent waves of kinetic force up through the ground below and at her. Agista didn’t even think as she blinked past the incoming wave and leaped at the closest target. Massive purple-black claws had appeared from each of her fingertips as the possessed child realized what Zenural planned to do. She felt the bones of her arm break as she defied the influence of the black spirit. The eyes of its target were frozen in fear but Agista stopped short of her, trying her best to clench into a ball and endure Zenural’s orders. “WAIT! TRAP HER!” yelled a woman’s voice behind her. The target was still frozen in fear, but two other sorceresses answered the call and the three of them formed a triangle around Agista’s body. It must’ve been some kind of hex because for the first time in a long time she couldn’t feel Zenural’s presence. The pain in her arm, as well as the sedating properties of the sorceress’ magic, forced her into unconsciousness. When she awoke she was in a round room, the walls were covered in scrolls sealed to every part of the wall, along with hanging totems and dream catchers. She was bound in a thick rope but noticed her broken arm was braced and bandaged. It wasn’t long before the woman Agista’s hesitance had saved appeared. She introduced herself as Sareh and asked several questions. They started out easy. What was her name, how old was she. But as they continued talking the questions became more and more difficult. Why did she attack Tarif, where did she learn the art of Cartian, who made her amulet? Agista was a prisoner but trusted the beautiful sorceress. And without the watchful eye of Zenural, she spoke honestly. When Sareh learned that Agista was being possessed, her voice became softer, and questions got nicer, less accusatory. They used their knowledge to suppress Agista’s parasite, and after feeding and caring for her as their child, they eventually decided to teach her the ways of sorcery, to better defend herself from not only the dangers within her own soul but also the violent factions outside Tarif. For ten years Agista learned from the talented women of Tarif and soon it became her home, Aelton and her life as a princess seemed like a whole other life ago, a fantasy. Agista, with the help of her magical bloodline, and the reluctant power of Zenural, quickly surpassed most of the adults and had become incredibly skilled in sorcery. On her eighteenth birthday, the people of Tarif decided to allow her to meet Cartian, the spirit of the greatest sorcerer that ever lived, in order for him to finally test Agista and name her a Master Sorceress. When Cartian saw her he claimed she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in the centuries of training sorceresses, and after twenty difficult trials he concluded she was indeed a Master Sorceress. As thanks for defying Zendural and thus saving the village of Tarif, and in recognition of her incredible potential, he gifted her with her prized belonging, the weapon that hadn’t left his side for millennia. The Scythe of Cartian. Gifted with the Scythe of Cartian, and the accumulated knowledge of the town, Tarif’s Sorceresses had only one thing left to teach her. They begged her to stay with them, where it was safe. But Agista insisted that she was given this power for a reason and that she must return home after ridding herself of this evil spirit completely. And so they finally gave in and revealed their last secret. There had only been one before her that had survived the influence of the black spirits of Zenneth. His name was Wamazz, and he lived in the boreal forests of Behr, a small logging town on the other side of the world, far to the West. The next two years of her life were spent adventuring westward, stopping at each town and castle and picking up work and warm beds. She met a quiet half-giant who was headed west to the center of Calpheon, to the capital city of the same name. The two of them became famous mercenaries, and fighting alongside each other, they became fiercely loyal partners. When they finally made it to the city of Calpheon, Agista admitted to him that she was possessed by a dark spirit, and was headed to see a strange old man to help her be rid of it. Expecting him to curse her or run away, he dropped his obligations to the man ruling there and followed Agista into the forests of Behr. When together they found the place, it seemed like a normal logging town, not some ancient wizard’s conglomerate like Agista was expecting. When asked about an old geezer named Wamazz, the people shushed and shunned them. It was only when the two of them gave up and got a drink at the local tavern did fate finally have them meet. Agista could sense an incredible magic presence, and in this dump of a town, it had to be him. Turning around expectantly, the old man turned away from her, a hooded cloak covering his face. He muttered, “The usual,” to the bartender to which the bartender responded by kicking a crate of overflowing supplies out from under the bar and towards the old man. “Hey, are you Wa-” Agista began cautiously. She was interrupted as the floor seemed to shift under her, purple runes fading at her feet. She tried to yell and accuse him, but her mouth couldn’t form any words. The man was furious, finally showing his face as he turned on a heel with his crate, “Don’t you ever, call me th-” he stopped suddenly and shook his head, “Ever call me that” he looked at her again. “Red hair, darker, but those eyes are unmistakable... and that aura…” he shook his head and took his crate outside with him. “Follow me” he commanded as the door swung closed behind him. Wamazz, or as he revealed he was actually named, Wayfield, couldn’t stop smiling when they finally made it to his shack, hidden in a cave behind a magical illusion. “Agusta had a daughter! You’re right here and I can’t believe it, the spitting image. Your eyes, as soon as I saw them I knew!” The half-giant was always slow and untrusting, “Wait, so that makes you his…” “Great uncle” Wayfield confirmed. He suddenly looked remorseful, “I’d hoped I’d never see another Rustero again. But you’re here so that means… that means you’re like me.” He waved a hand over his face, and two black triangle brands appeared, much longer and weathered than Agista’s. “How’d you get rid of it? Since you haven’t tried attacking me yet.” he chuckled. “Well, that’s the thing,” she stammered. “WHAT!?” the old man lept backwards out of his seat, and a wall of fire erupted between Wayfield and the two adventurers. “YOU STILL HAVE IT?! You brought it in here, what are you, on its side? Here to possess me too, get revenge for Ozzan?” he accused wildly. Agista guessed the black spirits of Zenneth were the only thing that could scare him that badly. “So the sorceresses were right, you did escape them... No, I came here because I was told you were the only one who survived them I hoped you would help me get rid of Zemural for good.” Agista explained with a wave, and purple smoke gently extinguished the wall of flames. “That *****ing ghost ruined my life. Decimated my university in Calpheon. Taught me everything I knew, pretended to be my friend but it was plotting against me since the beginning!” “Wait,” said the half-giant yelled, “the destruction of Calpheon’s Colleges of Magic?! That was YOU!?” with the accusation, he pulled two twin battle axes from the straps on his back and pointed them at the old wizard. “You fool, I just said that was Ozzan, a dark spirit, like Agista’s. He sent me visions of Agista’s possession, pretended to warn me about his brothers’ evil intentions! He offered to help me but he didn’t want to save Agista, he wanted a piece of the *****ing pie. In my time of vulnerability he used me to destroy the colleges, and before the dust settled, free the rest of Zenneth. I broke every bone in my back defying the traitor's influence, would’ve died if it wasn’t for the spells Ozzan had taught me....” his voice trailed off, he ended with a hint of sorrow. “Ozzan said we were partners, but I was forced to banish him with one of his own spells. I thought I had missed my chance to save you, thought you were dead, my child. Either dead or some fiction, some fantasy Ozzan had constructed. I’ve been lying here licking my wounds ever since. I couldn’t even whisper an incantation before the lovely ladies of Tarif found me and nursed me back to relative health.” “So that’s how they knew where to find you. So tell me! Teach me the spell to banish Zenural.” Agista asked, excited to finally be free of the evil leech. “You ask me a second time, and I’ll teach you without hesitation. But not all my spells belong to Ozzan. The dark spirit was entirely tamed by the time they named me headmaster of that university, and I had created a way to not only guarantee my own safety but to wrestle complete control of his powers for myself. He only ever escaped because I lowered the seal when he offered to help. If you promise me you’ll never trust your ‘Zenural’ enough to lower the seal yourself, I’ll teach you how to reduce him to an ant while still using his powers to fuel that scythe of yours.” To banish the spirit was to banish a massive portion of her own powers, and Agista, in the end, decided to follow her great uncle's advice, and the three of them created a giant ring created to summon Zenural into the material world. With the power of a half-giant, a seasoned archmage, and a master sorceress, Zenural was defeated and his form returned to the childlike blob Agista had met back when she was a child. The spirit was now terrified of her, timid and sheepish, while constantly feeding her with its dark magic. Wayfield had decided a long time ago he wouldn’t return to his life in Vennterria, but after hearing Agista’s wishes to return, helped her fabricate a spell that was designed to bring her back to “to others of her blood.” It was bittersweet news, as he had to say goodbye to both her great uncle and her beloved friend the half-giant. “And wait!” Wamazz jumped, almost as if he was forgetting something, “my assistant is also here, Alana. She is far too talented to rot in the woods with an old fart like myself. Please, she always talks about waiting for her adventurer to begin, and here you come, the bleeding image of an adventure. She’ll be back from gathering supplies soon enough, I trust you with her.” Once the portal was constructed, Agista and blonde mage stepped onto the slab of the portal. She waved, smiling and feeling more genuinely happy than long as she could remember. “That’s odd,” she said to Alana after they appeared on the other side of the portal. Giant golden eagles flew over satin banners on the tall towers. “That’s definitely mom’s sigil, but that ain’t Aelton…” she was stood on the hill overlooking a sprawling walled city and a great stone castle. Leaving Alana behind, she blinked off of the hill and, shedding her material form, Agista shadow-leaped off the ground below and onto the walls. Appearing again in between the crenels, she noticed an abandoned gold coin lying on the ground. “That’s weird, it’s still so shiny, can’t be more than a year old... ‘For Kingstone’, huh? Well, if not Aelton then it must be a new vassal, it’s been what, seventeen years? Which makes it…” turning around the coin she froze as she saw the date. “1377!? That means it’s only been like… five years!” There’s no way, this has to be an old coin.” Zenural must’ve felt how bad a feeling she had, but dared not saying anything now that he was so weak. Desperately Agista blinked from tower to tower, leaping between crenelations. She was less careful than she thought, and quickly horns were being blown in alarm, and by the time Agista finally darted off the walls and onto the roofs between the wall and the castle, multiple archers had begun firing at her. Blinking out of their arcs of fire, she appeared in front of a line of plate-wearing spearmen blocking the castle gate. A second later and they would’ve impaled her, but instead she teleported past them too and flew into the throne room. The king was unmistakable, while everyone else had flattened themselves against the throne room walls, he had a beautiful longsword unsheathed and was making his way cautiously towards her. His crown was a thin band of gold with evenly spaced spades of gold. Looking down from his crown and at his face, Agista realized who he was and forced the Scythe of Cartian’s point into the tile floor. An old friend of Agusta’s, one of her sworn Queensglaive, she loved him as a child! After seventeen years she couldn’t believe how young he still looked. She couldn’t control her happiness at meeting someone she could recognize. Running up to him, she embraced him out of a hug. “Icarus? Ike, is that really you? You look great for what, forty-five? Fifty?” She heard the sword clang against the stone floor. A hand on each shoulder he pushed her away. He looked like he couldn’t believe his eyes and he shook his head looking again into her’s. “Agista? There’s no way, you’re so big…” He was acting strangely, and she began to worry that her fears were true. “Well, yeah,” she started nervously, “It’s been seventeen years.” he took her in a surprisingly tight embrace. “Agista it’s 1377. You disappeared five years ago! God, we’ve missed you, you’re mother and I… Where have you been? What happened?” It had only been five years. There was no way, she counted every birthday, every year that it took her to get back home, but for them, it was just five years... ((Watch the attached video below to get a real feel for how fast and how lethal Agista Rustero can be.)) Agista has two forms of fighting, with her talisman-amulet combo, and with the Scythe of Cartian. Regardless of what form she is in, she is capable of teleporting short distances, also known as ‘blinking’ she can ‘blink’ from one place to the next, she usually keeps it to only about three meters at a time, as the farther she teleports the more dangerous it becomes, because of both how much stamina it costs her, as well as not knowing what she is teleporting into. She learned from a very young age to fight with her Amulet, a band of bracelets on her right arm, as well as her talisman, a draped relic, currently a golden eagle, on her back. In this form, she fights hand to hand, with giant claws imbuing her strikes as well as massive bursts of purple-black flames. In this form, she is also capable of sending projectile shards of obsidian at incredible speeds and sending cones of black energy out of the ground like tidal waves. In her scythe mode, she is incredibly lethal, swinging around the Scythe of Cartian like a quarterstaff and slicing everything in her path into ribbons. On top of her spinning moves, the scythe is also excellent at cleaving and slicing through enemies, and one of her strongest abilities uses the scythe to summon a great gravitational spear that consumes any living thing’s lifeforce inside of it. Learning that Agista has lived seventeen years while it’s only been five for everyone hit her hard, and the spell seemingly malfunctioning also has Agista wanting even more answers. For now, she has kept her arrival at Kingstone a secret from Agusta and serves as Kingsglaive under Icarus in order to get more answers out of him. Until then she is looking for a way to explain this all to her mother while exploring the continent of Everneth. She doesn’t want to be the Emperess after everything she has seen and done and only wants to continue her adventures while fighting for Icarus, who she truly believes has more need of her, and is a kinder ruler.
  2. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Changes in 1.14

    It, like most things, is actually pretty easy once you break it down into parts and visualize how those parts interact. Few Youtube tutorials don't hurt
  3. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Changes in 1.14

    @anonymousvoter I'm probably going to make a compromise resource pack with the changes I don't like excluded. Might come out alongside my roleplay texture pack and the lite version of that pack.
  4. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Changes in 1.14

    Love the applications of the new villager work stations: -Barrels will be able to replace the note blocks so studio/aflrety won't be able to spam the noise. -Grindstones make great wheels, and while motorcycles aren't really my thing, they make nice wheelbarrows. -Buzzsaws are incredibly useful at lumber mills. -The backs of looms make great empty bookshelves. -Blast furnaces just have a fantastic texture. -The lecterns make for great desks while placed inside spruce trapdoors. The other random blocks are sick too: -Lanterns make a light source slightly less lazy than torches. -Church bells no longer have the be gigantic or just single gold blocks. -The berries make for some amazing grape plants for wineries. The next textures are about 50/50 some of my favorites are: -The new oak leaves. -The new stonebricks. -The new blaze rod item (handheld) texture. -Netherrack is much improved. -Love the new haybales, and the wheat makes a beautiful golden field now. -Skeleton textures much improved. -Polished diorite is much better Not a fan of: -Wood and plank textures, especially oak which can look withered and dead. -Don't like the melon texture much either. -Still dislike granite a lot, and they actually made andesite worse, looks like wool to me now. Beyond building stuff, however, I really like the new village raids, I've always wanted more PvE content and I gotta admit it's fun defending a city from the pillager raids, and what was once a really goddamn annoying, time-wasting grind (emerald farming) is now pretty rewarding with the Hero of the Village buff.
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    A Shade's Best Friend

    -A Shade's Best Friend- A short story about one of Nicku Crestshade's oldest friends, the abandoned runt of a wolf pack. --- The Evernethian Shades had only appeared on the continent after a sacrificial ritual in Vennterria had gone wrong, and instead of the shades perishing, they ended up stranded in a forest outside what is now known as the city of Kingstone. The first animal that the Shades bumped into on their arrival was a small wolf, the runt of its litter. Without the rest of his pack it would die, she knew, so Nicku held out her hand and begun to sing. The pup's growl got quieter, faltered for a moment, and ended with a 'boof.' Tilting its head, the snarling faded and the hint of a wag was on its tail. As the shade finished the verse, and the canopies above them were filled with the melodies' echo, the runt burst into a sprint, knocking the shade over and licking her face, tail wagging so hard it shook its entire body. “Veiðimaður” she decided, it was a fine name from the Ancient Shade Language. Although she hadn’t met him yet, Icarus would come to nickname the dog ‘Vay.’ ---Nine years later, weeks after the construction of Greaves--- Ike’s workshop was one of his favorite places in the world. Enclosed high up in the castle, Icarus could forge away at new inventions or modifications for his already overflowing arsenal of weapons. It was a hobby he couldn’t shake, even after Brisingr was forged and the Kingsglaive were armed. Currently, he was working on a design that could exploit bluesteel’s diamond lattice to allow the metal to change forms in the blink of an eye. Such a feat was difficult, but not impossible. Even with a lifetime of practice, it would take time and no small miracle but the applications of this technology were almost limitless. The furnace was cold as Icarus drew diagrams to add to the overflowing trash bin of crumpled paper by his desk, so the room was almost silent. The stillness was interrupted by the sound of bare feet rushing down the hallway. He barely had time to raise an eyebrow as the door flew open and Nicku Crestshade appeared, her eyes full with tears, running towards him. "Ike! You have to help him, he's gonna- you have to save him!" she had buried her head into his chest and sobbed, meekly pounding on him with two closed fists. Her voice was muffled now, and for a moment it seemed like she just wanted to sit there and cry, as if it was hopeless, but must have decided to against it. She got up and pulled him hard by the shoulders out of the seat. "What happened?" he asked, but she was already making her way for the door. Grabbing her arm, she was forced to turn around. "Blue, what is it?" "It's veiðimaður! T-there was a Bullvore," she said, voice still thick with grief, still pulling at his arm. But now he was following her, deftly grabbing the sheathed Brisingr’s hilt as he swung into the hallway after her. "It woulda been so easy, I woulda been fine but Vay, he was just trying to help, to protect me, he didn't need to get involved but he," she cut off. Boris in his griffon form had met them on the Kingsglaive Courtyard and it wasn't a long flight from there to the forest. "There,” she said, pointing at a recent scar in the forest where several trees were split or uprooted. The first thing he saw as he scanned the scene was the heaping corpse of the Bullvore. Nicku's handiwork was always... crude, but this was excessive. It wouldn't have even been recognizable as a Bullvore without Nicku's explanation, and the shards of broken horn which were scattered near what could have called a skull. The chest cavity was almost flat, and Ike guessed it would've taken 20 or more swings. Behind it, the forest was in ruins, even with Nicku's inherent strength, she could've done this without it. "The curse?" he asked, much more accusatory then he meant it. The Shade was already hunched over the dog's body. Icarus heard her sobbing again, she had either ignored him or not heard him at all. “Look what it did...” she laid down to hug it, which made a wet and gory sound. Walking over to them, he saw it was bad. The dog’s hind legs and belly were crushed, he surmised it only would’ve taken one step of a Bullvore’s massive hooves. “You gotta fix him, build him new legs like Greaves, Icarus you gotta-” she stopped, and succumbed to the sadness. Wailing, the forest heard her weep. Ike had never heard her cry, and it sent him choking on a lump in his throat. He never wanted to hear her scream like that again. “Blue... Greaves was different, he didn’t have a soul… I made him one.” He explained slowly, though she very well knew. Ike dropped Brisingr into the grass and laid down next to her. Before he had an arm around the shade’s shoulders he paused, noticing the number of creatures that had gathered together to mourn the girl’s dog. The power of the shades, the thought hit him like a truck. Boris, he commanded telepathically, back to the workshop. As Ike jumped off the ground and sprinted into the griffon’s saddle, he could hear the shade make a gasp that was half surprise, half betrayal. She must’ve thought Ike was running away. --- The workshop doors smashed open a second time, and Ike had to indulge the Curse in order to get the forge roaring quick enough. No time to lose and even less time to think, he quickly grabbed the crate full of bluesteel ingots. It was about 500 crowns worth of the rare, nearly indestructible metal, but it was the first material he could think to use. No time to lose, less time to think. Given a few days, Icarus might’ve made a beautiful sculpturesque wolf, or maybe a giant bear, but time was working against him. He was working so fast, he hardly remembered deliberately doing anything. Two massive hemispheres, each almost as big as the shade herself, were constructed, two halves of a sphere. Hastily, he hammered out two eye sockets, each holding a flawless ruby. As the metal was white hot, Ike used hammer and chisel to shape out massive, dragonlike teeth. The Shade's wolf was always relentless, brave and loyal. The bleeding image of a Kingstonian. The bluesteel construct the King had made would serve those traits perfectly. Practically invincible, with teeth as sharp as razors, and a massive twenty-yard chain to reel him in. The Griffon had great difficulty flying them both back, and Ike was busy carving in the seal, identical to the one that animated Greaves. Such a seal could animate a corpse from an artificial soul... Now, a natural spirit? Well, there was only one way to find out. --- She wasn’t crying anymore, just lying on Vay’s broken body. No time to lose, less time to think. “Blue, get up. I can’t induce its soul inside it, but you can. But you have to do it now before he’s too far gone. Quick, Nicku stop crying.” he shook her awake. At first, she didn’t understand. Her eyes were still full of tears and rheum. But a moment later she realized what he’d meant, and Ike would never forget how she smiled. Ear to ear, her azure eyes sparked again. Ike wondered if the civilians would call this dark magic, as Nicku chanted in the language of the shades. The creatures were returning one by one, as Ike monitored the seal. The trees seemed to hum with life and every beast from squirrel to fairy tensed as they listened to her song. Some of these words Ike had never heard, but he could make out their meaning: “Forest, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine Heal what has been hurt Change the Fate's design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine… What once was mine.” The diamond lattice of the spherical beast construct began to glow brightly with light, and soon the hinges connecting him moved on their own. It was muffled and reverberated with an echo, but no one present could deny what they heard: “Bark, Bark.” For the last time that night, Nicku cried, this time with her arms wrapped around the metal beast, laughing in between coughs. “veiðimaður you’re… Hundur. I love you. I’ll never let you go again.” Her body was shuddering with emotion. “Never again.”
  6. [[The night will be filled with politics, intrigue, and betrayal. Will alliances be formed to contend with the economic giants of Valland or the treasure holds of the shades? Will this be a platform for foreign entities to gain a foothold in the kingdom? Either way, the night promises free food, plentiful drink and admission to the castle, only time will tell what comes of it.]]
  7. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Railway System

    On top of the nether paths, as Kordon said, you also can just skip the nether entirely and elytra/firework rocket your way to bases that are relatively close. If those two options were gone, instead of a railway system I would really love to see everywhere being horse compatible. Clear, three-wide paths with stables at each base and an immersive journey through the natural and terraformed landscape in between bases would be sick nasty.
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    Dramatic Shrek Script Reading

    The question is, am I really willing to get up at 10am on a Saturday to scream Shrek's voicelines... I wanna be Shrek and Donkey but then a good portion of the movie would be me just screaming at myself. ***** it, write me up as Shrek the *****ing ogre. Was it Kordon that actually played a character in a Shrek play? Wasn't it Farquaad?
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    Ultra Hardcore Season XII Signups

    Put me in as a solo, boss.
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    Anyone know any good texture packs?

    @TomatoSoup26 Here is the unofficial Everneth Roleplay Pack! Conquest Weapons and Tools: http://desteff2222.wixsite.com/stefan-krein/customweaponstools Conquest Armors: http://desteff2222.wixsite.com/stefan-krein/custom-armors Some of the RashE Textures: -"The Biter" (Studio's Axe) -"Prismarine Blade" (Kordon's Kingsglaive Sword) -"Langied" (Ragnar's Kingsglaive Axe/Sword) -"Kuiken Heater Shield" (Kuiken Shield) -"Kasilian Nightsteel Shield (Sa'hir Temple Shield) -"Ironwood Kingstone Shield" (Official Shield of Kingstone) -"Maid" Armor (For Rem) Pam's Harvestcraft Textures (works on all foods) -Glazed Meat -Glazed Pork -Bacon and Eggs -Pancakes -Banana -Burger and Hotdog -Beefwellington -Blazing Soup -Breaded Porkchop -Cherry Pie -Chicken Dinner -Chicken Parmasan -Cobbler -BLT -Gooseberry -Hazelnut -Hearty Breakfast -Ribs -Mango -Mashed Potatoes -Sauce -Spaghetti -Spiced Leaf -Jelly Pie -Supreme Pizza -Taco -Footlong -Rye Bread -Fresh Cookies -Roasted Chicken -Fresh Bread -Delighted Meal -Cutting Board (Iron Sword) Stardew Valley: (All milk buckets.) -"Ale" -"Wine" -"Beer"
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    Everneth's Eleventh Council Nomination: Nominate Here!

    I too, nominate Beolyx.
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    Ultra Hardcore Season XI Signups

    I'll be there.
  13. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    The Race of Shades

    The Race of the Shades For a long time, we’ve wanted to release a full summary of the race that Nicku Crestshade is a part of. Drawing inspiration from many sources and being comfortably unique from the usual fantasy races (of elves, humans and dwarves) we hope you’ll enjoy this explanation and maybe learn a thing or two. The following is an account of the race of shades from Icarus Forde from both his hands on experience and his time being their ambassador. The history of the shades begins on the same continent as the humans of Vennterria. Native to the country of Rivergate, the dense forest and rich biodiversity made it a lush haven for the shades. While the humans and dwarves fought ceaseless wars with each other, these nature loving creatures were happy to live their lives in peace, singing and playing in their secluded groves. Then, around the time the Mantisphere began to leak it’s magic radiation, an event occurred that is still shrouded in mystery to this day. Suddenly every male shade in the world had vanished (presumably dead), and without their other half the shades were faced with extinction. They were biologically immortal, meaning they did not experience aging due to senescence like most living things, but they were still smaller and weaker than the other beasts and sentient races, and had no formal military whatsoever, meaning they were still very capable of death. They had no choice but to drain their “home-trees” (the center and lifeline of each shade settlement) with magical flora capable of birthing new shades. With only female shades to base them from, however, only female shades were produced. They figured it was worth it though, for for now they were not the last of the shades. Tragically, this proved to be only a temporary fix, and soon they lacked the magical energy to create life on such a consistent scale. The “birthing-buds” began to wilt, and the home-trees were plagued with necrosis. Once again their existence was in danger, and their homes were dying all around them. Soon they were too weak for even their most basic magics and they called for desperate, horrible measures. In a last ditch effort, the queen-chief of the shades decided that the latest brood were cursed, and had stolen all of the home-trees’ life. It was quickly agreed that a sacrificial ritual would release their stolen energy and return life to the home-trees and birthing-buds. Nicku Crestshade, and her closest friends and family were among the most recently born and were marked to be sacrificed. And so would’ve been their fate, if the black spirits of Calpheon hadn’t intervened. They had tried stealing the bodies of the inhabitants of Vennterria before, most notably Agista Rustero, 'the Reaper' of Kingstone. When she managed to rid herself of their influence and enslave her captor, the black-spirits hoped that the shades, a non-violent and benevolent race would be more susceptible to their grasp. On the day of the ritual, however, the shade magic and black magic collided. The shades’ ritual did not kill them, as the shades had planned, nor did it send them to Calpheon, as the black-spirits had planned. Where they had landed was Everneth. In a dense forest adjacent to the ruins of Hartgaard. Nicku and her fellow sacrificial lambs quickly detected and cast away the weakened black spirits. Deciding that this new land would be a perfect new home, set to the production of a new home-tree. And the rest, as they say, is History. [For more information on specifically Nicku’s story, check out her character profile, here.] [To keep up with the shades, remember to frequently check on The Royal Kingstone Library.] 1. Introduction The shades are a peaceful, nature-loving race of sentient creatures wielding druidesque powers that can shape both flora and fauna to their will. They use these powers primarily to nature’s benefit, but also to construct their villages. “Home-trees” for instance, are colossal trees that glow with powerful nature energies. Along with providing shades a place to collect and store their power, it is a powerful religious monument and will be protected by them to the death. Slumbering inside these home-trees are massive earth golems awaking and defending the shades only when shade blood is shed by a foreigner on their homeland. They also use their powers to tame beasts, usually to heal and rehabilitate them but also to keep them as pets, or trophies if it is a particularly deadly beast. 2. Specialties They use their flora magic to become masters of alchemy and agriculture. They sow and harvest plants that can’t be grown anywhere else, resulting in them having a stock of unique fruits, flowers, vegetables, and nuts that are skillfully crafted by the shades into powerful, sweet tasting ales like the famous “Iron Brew” or medicines capable of healing cuts overnight. Anyone who has ever met a shade will testify to their warm, sweet smelling scent which results from the several hundreds of types of perfumes, soaps, and shampoos whose ingredients are grown and mixed in their forests. As such, shades are known in the human settlements as masterful craftsmen of all types of luxuries including exotic pets, tasty drinks, delicious food, sweet smelling lotions, and even stolen goods from all over the world. 3. Stealing and Stealth The shades aren’t thieves, per se. Thieves steal out of necessity, thrill-seeking, or greed. The shades were raised in a culture completely secluded from yours or mine, and in their world, mother nature provides everything and takes everything in a free flowing circle. If you fancy taking a roll of warm bread from the market stall, then go ahead, it was the baker’s passion to bake it, and the baker is certainly welcome to one of your berry drinks if they would want it. They are just things, and the earth will reclaim all the things in the end anyway. This, paired with their incredible stealth have kept them safe from any kind of punishment, so they haven’t felt a need to change. 4. Clothing Shades, like most tribal settlements living in a warm climate, are completely naked. They have never known human prudeness and even when it snows in the winter the hot baths, dense tree canopies, and magical aura in the air keep it a comfortable 25°C (77°F) in their settlements at all times. Human merchants famously sell clothes at shade borders, just to find them discarded on the ground again on their way home. Thus the term, “shameless as a shade” was coined. 5. Bathing Partially due to their skills at soap making, and partially due to their love of a good soak, you can’t walk 10 feet without finding another bathhouse or hot spring in a shade village. Not just for hygiene, a shade will find any number of excuses to bathe, including cooling down when they're angry, warming up when they're cold, to try out a new shampoo, or to eat an especially important pastry. A shade would be a very shocking sight to most humans, and in the past shades have even been hunted by mobs, claiming they were “she-devils” or succubi. The first thing you would notice about a shade is their height. No shade in recorded history has ever been measured taller than 4’7’’. Along with a short stature, all shades have a pair of front-facing horns protruding from the sides of their skulls above the ear, and a soft, furry tail which they retain full control over, much like a monkey would. Despite their furry tail, a shade is covered in a dark-colored, tight layer of skin. Due to their short stature and dark skin, they are incredibly stealthy. Their hair, however, can naturally be any hue or shade on the rainbow, presumably due to their close and intimate lifestyle with nature, taking on the color of flowers. Despite being no longer capable of hyper-sexual reproduction due to the extinction of the males, evolution has not found it necessary to discard their reproductive organs. Their nipples and the inside of their mouth are the color of their hair, albeit a bit darker, and they are naturally free of any hair below their neck, due to the warm climate negating the necessity for body hair. They appear petite, but they have a dense bone structure capable of withstanding great impacts, making up for their lack of strength. They also have incredible hearing and night vision, leaving some shade settlements to be entirely nocturnal. It wasn’t long after Nicku and the rest of her people had set up her home-tree that it was destroyed. Regrettably, it was probably due to the influence of the Apple of Discord when I arrived at the Evernethian coast. Regardless of what caused it, a few years after I had met the shades the ground trembled beneath their village and the cataclysm swallowed up all their homes, leaving behind a crater containing a portal to purgatory itself. The shades were able to tame those lesser demon which escaped into our world, and the mages of Kingstone were able to stop it’s corruption, but the shades wouldn’t last long without a home-tree. They agreed with us that the forest was no longer safe, and used their nature magic to raise a new forest from the depths of the ocean. With a barrier that made the village invisible from the outside, we thought they’d be safest. They called it ‘the Dawn Isles’ and were happy for a time. Then the war with Solis began. It must’ve been Murphy that the island was raised perfectly in between Kingstone and the Solisian Capital. Meaning, they wouldn’t even need to see the island to accidentally run into it and the Kingstonian shades that lived there. Between the dangerous location of the Dawn Isles, and the sand rejecting the creation of a home-tree, soon the shades were homeless again. After General Bael was defeated, most of the ghasts that the shades had tamed from the underworld suddenly died, and the portal that was kept at bay with intricate magical wards and locks went silent. Furthermore the banishment of that great evil ushered in an even greater amount of the nature energy that powered the shade’s magic. From there it was clear that the shades were to reclaim the forest and today there isn’t even a hint of the crater that once dominated it. And from the soil of their newly reconquered land sprouted up a home-tree like the shades had never seen. From it’s power the forest grew denser and denser, with a thick fog which can only traversed with the help of a shade. Now formally known as, ‘the Shade Forest’, it is home to nearly a hundred shades who finally get to enjoy the fruits of their labor. Literally. [Nicku and I would both like to thank you for reading through this explanation of the shades. It's been years in the making and the shades still have a long road ahead of them, but we hope you enjoyed and are happy to answer any further questions in our DMs on Discord, @Nicku Crestshade#3918 or @RashE#6503] [The title banners were made by me, RashE, with the Illustrations of Nicku being drawn by him. I wrote this with his help since the shades are wholly his creation, with minimal guidance and advice from me.]
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    9th Passing of the Blades

    Ninth Passing of the Blades Three short months have passed, and the Ninth Parliament of Everneth has come to an end! The Elections ended just a couple days ago, and the public has decided that Kordon_Luis is to replace our previous temporary baron, Kaddaschatzi, and Sybillian is to keep his seat for a second term. The ceremony is to be held on January 5th at 1 PM EST at our spawn stage. The spawn stage is in the large cave located at (40, 90). During our ceremony, Kaddaschatzi will pass her blade to Kordon_Luis, while Sybillian shall keep his previous blade. Since it is Sybillian's second consecutive term as Baron, he shall be able to rename his blade from "Zephyr" to whatever he wishes. There may also be some surprises near the end of our ceremony. What is the Order of Everneth? Our community is in constant expansion, so for those who do not know what the Order is; the Order was originally founded on August 30th, 2016 at the closure of Term 1 as a means of elevating the old "Distinguished Member Medal" to something more meaningful. You may have seen people in game with the Sir or Lady titles. This is the Order's rank shown. To give a quote from the old post: The intention is that this honor is difficult to get. Much like real life honors, going above and beyond is absolutely a minimum requirement before the Order is even considered to be given to someone. Most of those who have been inducted to the Order are past and present staff. It's no secret that its skewed this way, but Staff have been given an extra opportunity to serve this community and those who have been exceptional and representing what Everneth is meant to be have been awarded appropriately. Current Members: StuartSnook GreasyTroll4 rolo_ AmzCuriousPanda Sybillian Pandeoo EarthCube FearlessPie Kaddaschatzi If you are aiming for the Order, we encourage you to aim high and don't give up. Keep in mind that you need to go beyond the lower precedence awards (King's Cross, Virtuous Medal, et al) and truly make your mark among the cornerstone of this community. This doesn't mean budding up with staff, and simply working silently away at your base. Get involved, engage with people, participate, and contribute in the best way you can. As a final note, make sure to wish Sybillian and Kordon_Luis good luck for their next three months as our new Barons! Glory to the Order!
  15. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Favorite food?

    Some Italian Marinara Pasta will always do it for me, but pizza or a good burger can be just as great.