The inn thing.

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So me an Isance held this here inn event during the thursday. It is still an idea being worked out.

The idea is to have an evening where the night elf Roleplayers from various groups and communities can come together and share their storylines. It is the hope, that some might find some others who can join their stories. The KaldoreiRP channel can be used for guilds to explain what kind of dogmas they expect characters joining their events to follow. It is also a good moment for guilds to recruit.

I had a couple of emotes prepared, and we had invited around.
A few showed up, and so far so good.

I had not invited any Worgen sure there were people going through there zone, that is not really a big issue.

What I had not expected was that most of them actually stopped up and joined the RP. It is also awesome to see so many people actually into RP on the server. But.

Of course random people are random. I really think the idea of custom chat channels for OOC was too complex for some.

As I said to celegil, "Now we just need people to start getting out the minipets" When they (( worgen lore blabla)) that their characters would have no chance of knowing anyhow.

There were some reasonable RPers amongst the people joining. It could be a good time to spread the message of Malorne.

Now for next time, I'm also taking up suggestions how to cook the snails.

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Been going much better lately.

Anyways, here is a little tale I wrote up for the last event.

Would plan on bumping up the wow forum thread with it. So check it through. Keep in mind it is a tale, it doesn't have to be true.

I will tell a story of the highborns folly. Of the soulmage, Varixa and her mate, thalexras.

What is a soulmage. Pah, how can you not know, no wonder we are happily hugging magi, yet, again.

Even with their long, if not infinite lifespan. They were still not content, they wanted more. They wanted more than their wild parties and even more pride. In their search for excitement and power, they toyed with death itself. Yes, they were the first necromancers. But they were not of the scourge, their plan was not to raise people into undeath. They sought to control the very fabric between life and death. To visit what comes after, ultimately usurpering Elune Herself. Some of their magical text may still be around, prey that they are not in the hands of the wicked. Their magic was the blackest, it was a twisted side of the arcane, powered by souls. Yes, sacrifices. Tearing the souls of the innocent, the guilty and even their in order to empower their spells. Yet their magic was also that of a priestess, of Elune, perverted.

As the war of the ancients came, it was clear to them that simple immortality from old age wasn't enough, and they sought to be immortal not only through infinite lifespan and ever good health.
No they sought absolute immortality. To be able to return to life even after being killed, no matter the method.


It was in that chase that thalexras died, yes. In his search he stumbled upon a druidic sect who as initiation ritual drowned themselves, only to have their life restored by Elune Herself.
He infiltrated them, seeking to become one of them. Following all their rituals and ways, so that he could die only to be ressurected. For that was the key, the key to the manifestation that mages were making. If only he could draw the magic in his afterlife, he could tie the last parts together. He may even have thought he could tab directly into the power of Elune.

The thing the magi had created was a sinister system of crystals, magic upon magic. Giant stones forged from the earth of the Red dragonflights shires. They did not ask. They took.

The plan was for their spirits to return to the crystals and their the bodies would be reborn.

Yet, it would not work, even with all their magic the spirits would not be properly bound to the stones. They would never be reborn.

However even after years of training in the druids ways, month of speaking kind words to Elune. When the ritual commenced the highborn was to drown himself, so that he could be resurrected.

When the druids and priests dragged up his body after he had drowned, Elune did not intervene. The body remained dead. Varixa saw it all, wicked cursed ways the highborns had to make eyes where they had none. She screamed, rushing to her mates aid. She slew the druids that was there, with terrible magic. Tearing the souls from their bodies.

So she still tried to bring him back, but while she still could force the spirit back into the body. And bind it there. All she got was walking corpse, it was not him. In time it gradually fell apart.