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Been to the server hub, mentioned up above, as well as the Arena. Pretty awesome places, another great reason to join the server, given all the care that has been put into the server. =]
Posted Oct 29, 18
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Hey guys, time for another community spotlight, this time around going to go with yet another character story, written by one of the members here on our server.

Character Spotlight: Thefra


That was what Tava called the tiny, crying baby that she'd found at the edges of the jungle, bordering the cursed desert where Panthera did not walk. She had watched the two-leggeds deposit the bundle in a bush and flee from the warped panthera that riddled the storm, and was curious. She, with her own cub, had wandered closer and pawed at the bush. A cry was heard and Tava leapt backwards, startled, hackles up. Slowly she extended a paw forward and brought the screaming bundle out, pawing it lightly to move the cloth out of the way.

A little baby stared up at her, tears in its eyes, a shock of blonde hair on its head. Tava tilted her head and looked to her cub, who sniffed the baby,

This cub has no teeth! Can we eat it? Tava chuckled, nudging her cub away, No, little one. We do not eat humans The cub, named Utir, pouted and nudged the baby.. who grabbed his ear. He yowled and leaped away, staring at it, Mama! It bit me! Tava laughed as the baby giggled, and picked it up by its swaddling cloth, Come, Utir - you have a new little sister, for I cannot let her be claimed by the cursed ones in the storm. And into the jungle they went, with the setting sun behind them. In Tava's den, she settled down with the baby between her paws, Sleep now, my little Thefra.

Daughter of man, look to the sky. Lift your spirit, set it free! Some day you'll walk tall with pride - daughter of man, a woman in time you'll be.

Thefra grew, nursed and nurtured by the Panthera, loved by the small group that she called family. As a child she stumbled over the rocks and tree roots that her pridemates easily leapt across, fell into chasms and scraped her nails bloody trying to get purchase. Utir helped teach her the ways of the padfoot, how to traverse the trees and the cliffs and rocks of their home. Her body strengthened, she learned to find purchase on cliff sides, and to utilize the trees to traverse across chasms. As a teenager, she leapt across the chasm that had plagued her as a child, and was subsequently pounced by her brother Utir who praised her, You did it, Thefra! You're finally a panther! Thefra smiled silently to her brother and hugged him before shouting and howls and roars were heard. Terrified the two fled back to their den to see chaos and bloodshed everywhere. Panthers had been killed and were in the middle of being skinned, cubs were snatched up and thrown into burlap sacks. Raiders, Hyrkanian by the look of them, were here for pelt and to make way for their own trade route.

Several panthers had managed to flee into the jungles and to the trees with their cubs, Utir with them. Thefra tried to follow but heard a shout, and in turning to see, felt rope go around her neck and arms. Yelping and grunting for her family to help her, she fought against her captors as she was dragged to their meager settlement. There she was clothed and a bracelet, serpentine in look with a sickly green glowing gem embedded in it was placed on her left wrist. Thrown into a cage she bit and pulled at the bracelet, feeling strange magic claw its way through her body. Soon after the alien words from the raiders were formed into words she could understand, and in turn gave her a way to communicate. Her first words?

"Release me, hairless ones!" They stared at her as they finally heard her voice, and all but laughed at her. Snarling she flung herself against the cage, reaching through it and grabbing one of the Hyrkanians, jerking him back towards her and sinking her teeth into the flesh of his throat, tearing it out. His comrades screamed devil woman at her and stuck spears into her cage, attempting to stab her. Nimble despite the tight fit of the cage, she was able to avoid most of the more lethal jabs. Finally she exhausted herself and her cage was loaded into a wagon to be transported to the desert city to be sold as a slave. Thefra watched her beloved jungle fade from view, and she called to Utir, for her brother to find her. She heard his return call, but could not see him. Her eyes watered as she was stolen away. Once at the city, she was rejected by the slavers because of how wild and feral she was. Finally the raider proceeded to beat her, relentlessly, until she stopped fighting him. Until he could lift her by her hair and her eyes avert from his in terror of another strike. He nodded and brought her back to the trader, who then took her for a meager 35 gold coins.

She was trained in the gladiatorial fights, given daggers to fight with. Thefra called them her claws, and she would sharpen them in the blood of her captors. For ten long years she fought in these fights, denied over and over the freedom she desperately craved. Now twenty-five years of age, she was due for another fight in a few weeks. This time.. this time she would take her opponent's life and return home, come seven hells or high waters.
Posted Oct 30, 18
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Character Spotlight: Cargal

Cargal rests on the beach with the sun on his face, the sea breeze rustling his hair gently, the soothing sound of the waves deceptively synchronized with the ripples in the blasted sorcerous green wall. He sips his drink as a gull cries on the wind.

Behind him, six unevenly spaced markers bore the names of his crew. These symbols drove him further each day in his journey; the journey for revenge against the Black Hand and his escape from the Exiled Lands. Here he would sit day by day remembering their lives; the laughs, the struggles, their skilled accomplishments, and ultimately their deaths. Dwelling on the pain and grief of losing his crew, compounded by the isolation and focus of revenge had changed Cargal over these last months. His previously ready smile was replaced by a grim replica as he sank deeper into himself. The focus on revenge and frantic search to remove this damn prison bracelet had changed his easygoing way of life into a maddeningly driven existence through the haze of purpose. Turning towards the markers, he reviews each one in turn, memories flooding into clarity with the recognition of each name.

Zapayo Da Kova, the Carpenter’s Mate. Zapayo was one of the first crewmembers to take him under his wing and teach him the ways of the sea. His strong, stoic gaze reflected his wisdom in matters both involving seafaring and life itself. A better mentor there had never been.

Belesa Da Reyno, Ship’s Doctor. Despite being raised in Zingara, Cargal contained the hot blood of the Kushite, along with their affinity for war and combat. When he was severely injured in the first raiding party he led, it was Belesa that saved him, at the cost of his eye. The lessons he learned from his brashness and loss of control shaped the remainder of his life.
- Shemach Da Castelon, Master at Arms. This master swordsman was responsible for the training of the crew in all things combat. Many battles were won by those trained under the firm and unyielding eye of the renowned Green Falcon of Castelon.

Iago Da Rodirez, Ship’s Bosun. Never a ship set sail, or remained so for long, without a good bosun. The Sapphire Lady was surely no exception. Her sails remained ever in working condition, her decks consistently scrubbed. Iago was the heartbeat of the crew.

Divane Da Gebbrelo, Navigator. Through dark and fog, rain and shine, the Lady never strayed far from her intended port. She was the first to determine something was amiss when the readings were off, and their position seemed uncharted. Would that he had just taken her advice and changed course before the storm overtook them.
- Cargal takes a long pull from his mug, setting it in the sand and rising. Crossing to the last marker, he lightly brushes sand from it, his hand coming to rest on the name.

Castabella Da Rotalo, First Mate, Lover. Years spent on the sea formed a restless man who held true to nothing, discarding lovers with the tides and ever looking forward. There amongst the crew he found one that would not be dismissed so easily. His blood found a matching fire in her, a strong and able seafarer who could hold her own on the deck, in a tavern, and in his bed. Together they guided the destiny of the men and women of the Sapphire Lady for years. For months, this marker should've had his name carved into it as well as hers, as this is where his heart once lay buried.
- The new little witch he met, Nyali, spoke with him of the souls of his crew. She told him that in order to start the process of bringing them to peace, he must confess his feelings of grief and guilt to them. He understood it was this grief and guilt that fueled him all these many months, reducing him to his core elements and stripping away more of his humanity as time went on. He began realizing through her words that through his focused hate and grief, he may have been responsible for trapping them here on this plane, as they sensed his need. He struggled with this, as he assumed that by honoring and remembering his crew, he thought he was doing well. What he finally factored in is the negative energy vacuum he's existed in may prevent them from being at peace.

Several days have passed since he began visiting this area of the beach daily, communing with the sea and his former mates. Daily he shares stories with them, today laughing loudly as he describes the time it was necessary to rescue Iago from the grips of an angry mob of merchants after drunkenly stealing their pack mule to ride back to the ship. The healing comes along slowly, but the feel of the ice that shields his heart beginning to melt is a nearly palpable thing.
- He moves towards the house, passing his mug off to Gnash on the upper deck with an appreciative nod. Moving inside, he pauses at the door to his small quarters, listening intently. Opening the door slowly and as silently as possible, he enters, closing it again as quietly. He moves towards the pillows heaped into the corner, smiling as he sees he has not wakened her. Only a few days has he known this tall, fair haired “Queen of Thieves,” as he calls her. Her brash external demeanor, keen fighting skills, and affinity for entertainment drew him to her and weakened his defenses. It seemed that now in the process of healing and releasing the spirits of the past, there was room for another to occupy that place in his life. For now, or for however long, he could not be sure. He only knew he owed this woman for reintroducing life to his soul, heat to his blood, and removing the layers of film from his eyes that he could clearly see the world again. As he lays back down, she throws an arm over him, murmuring, “Everything go well?” He smiles, stroking her hair. “Yes, my little thief queen. Go back to sleep.”
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The server is doing pretty well, we have a boosted EXP and Gathering Weekend coming up here, good time to jump in and join in on the fun.
Posted Nov 7, 18
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UPDATE: Come Exiles! If you are looking for a new home I invite you to our little slice of the Exiled Lands. From 11/09 1200 EST to 11/12 1200 EST we will have our monthly increased rate weekend. Rates for this time frame are 5x EXP and 10x Harvest. If you miss out shame on you! We look forward to seeing you there!!!!
Posted Nov 9, 18 · OP · Last edited Nov 9, 18
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Great server looking for the injection of new blood to get the roleplay busy again. Bring yourself, bring your partner, bring your clan! Plenty of build spots available and the political/racial scene is nearly clean and ready for you to establish your roleplay.
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We have just combined forces with a magnificent group of folks formerly from Exiled Kingdoms, with their coming breathed new life into the server and I welcome all to come join us as well. This weekend we have a major boost to both EXP and Harvesting to get you into the roleplay game much sooner than later. After all that is what this is all about.

So come build the world with us, we look forward to having you exile.
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