The Forging of a Stormlord

    • *slowly roleplays walking into the halls of the Lore of Stormlord, Apolloss, the old battle wizard makes a surprise visit, and gazes at the ancient drawings, statues, and loot taken from the dead adversaries of Stormlord on the walls.

      With his old brown beard, old rugged looking Holy battle staff.. he slowly removes his cloaked dark hood, shuts his eyes and his staff lights with glowing light.

      As the epic soft orchestra music slowly fades in, an upper view of Apolloss descends above his head from an aerial view point as he has sudden quick flashbacks of the battles of the old orders, side by side with Stormlord.

      As he opens his eyes, he smirks with satisfaction. "You are missed, old friend" - Apolloss speaks as the sad cinematic fantasy music continues softly in the background

      As he wonders where law and order have gone in the back of his mind. Savage thieves and unchallenged pirates roam the lands of Caerleon once again. Terrorizing the city and the civilians of Caerleon.
      "Oh how the times have changed." with a concerned old man voice.

      With a still determined spirit, Apolloss, the old battle hardened wizard guardian, lets out a small sigh.
      His holy light from his staff gently fading away.

      He pulls up his dark hood, and slowly walks out of the halls.

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      *slowly roleplays walking into the halls of the Lore of Stormlord, Apolloss, the old battle wizard makes a surprise visit, and gazes at the ancient drawings, statues, and loot taken from the dead adversaries of Stormlord on the walls.

      With his old brown beard, old rugged looking Holy battle staff.. he slowly removes his cloaked dark hood, shuts his eyes and his staff lights with glowing light.

      As the epic soft orchestra music slowly fades in, an upper view of Apolloss descends above his head from an aerial view point as he has sudden quick flashbacks of the battles of the old orders, side by side with Stormlord.

      As he opens his eyes, he smirks with satisfaction. "You are missed, old friend" - Apolloss speaks as the sad cinematic fantasy music continues softly in the background

      As he wonders where law and order have gone in the back of his mind. Savage thieves and unchallenged pirates roam the lands of Caerleon once again. Terrorizing the city and the civilians of Caerleon.
      "Oh how the times have changed." with a concerned old man voice.

      With a still determined spirit, Apolloss, the old battle hardened wizard guardian, lets out a small sigh.
      His holy light from his staff gently fading away.

      He pulls up his dark hood, and slowly walks out of the halls.
      *the dust swirls*

      *distant thunder rumbles*
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    • Unusually for the lord of storm's realm the air is quiet and still

      You find him sitting quietly, looking out over a ancient forest with a forgotten name. Time has not been kind here with the trees suffocating them selves in their endless growth, devoid of destruction.

      stagnation, endlessness without change

      For he had been sitting back and enjoying the fruits of his labours, watching as the pigs feasted and feasted as the food became septic in their gullets

      "You poor fools, the party is ending"

      It is hard being the smartest in the room as you sound like a crazy man to any who are not there with you mentally. The difficulty is not in the isolation you feel, its the empty feeling you get when you were right and are now watching it all fall. It is a beautiful thing, a strangely serene thing watching the just deserts turned septic come crashing down upon the mindless and the greedy.

      a gentle breeze stirs, a smell of smoke reaches nostrils

      "Bacon?"

      He returns to his little magic shop and speaks to the many warriors who fight for a purpose. whether that purpose was noble or not they all knew that the lord of storms seeks, supports and champions content and community above all else.

      let the sizzle, it smells amazing

      he looks up from his counter and breathes in.... and then

      "Now Burn."

      At his command the thunder blasts through those ancient trees, those lost monoliths, temples too endless lost opportunities. The skies brought death and yet with death came the hope for new life

      "i come with a new name for you"

      He stares at the trees blazing in flame, bark darkening and turning shifting in his minds eye

      Welcome to the Dark fire woods.

      I am interested in what you will become



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    • Light flickers through the trees, a place in this forest not seen by human eyes for a century

      He who rides the clouds sits studying the world as a whole, its shifting, its incoming chaos

      "she will be a biggin"

      The Mists appear as a solution but like all mists, they are deceptive. Only one who has seen the way change paths through this world knows that...

      The Mist have been weighed, they have been measured, they will be farmed.

      Content creators stand poised to break the mechanic for views, guilds stand ready to deploy, bots are getting scripted and all out hackers lurk around. they smell blood in the air, weaknesses in the mechanics.

      The Mists will be content, and that is always good. just know that any journey will have ups and downs and sometimes, it's the forgotten places that hold the best rewards for the least risks...

      Have a nice day Albion



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    • As the old bloated "lord of storms" as he referred to himself straddles a tree in Ferndell daydreaming of mists and bacon, a newcomer to the lands of Albion exists the Lymhurst gates.

      Sqrzz as he is known, a lowly recruit, barely 18 years of age fresh out of the journeyman's academy with a dagger and a fresh pair of leather shoes and armor stumbles upon the ugly old man blabbing to himself.

      "...Bacon...burn...biggins," the old man mumbles as he is trying to cast a spell. The spell reminded Sqrzz of the ones he witnessed journeymen mages perform at the academy he just graduated from. They all fizzled at the old man's fingertips as he cackled to himself smugly oblivious to his surroundings.

      "Ah this is a good time to practice my new execute ability," thought Sqrzz. He hopped off his donkey and blended in with his surroundings slowly walking towards the old fat man from behind. As he was still unpracticed at his craft, Sqrzz had a misstep and his invisibility quickly dissipated. He looks at the "lord of storms" nervously to see if he was detected. The geezer was still mumbling about some fog he had seen earlier in the day not knowing anything was amiss.

      "Welp it's now or never" Sqrzz intoned. He shuffled his feet and quickly jumped towards the ugly old lord of storms, catching him in the back with the dagger embossed with the mythical runeword "T4 Bloodletter". Sqrzz's next move quickly put the fat oaf out of his misery. In one movement Sqrzz unleashed three shuriken and dashed towards the stormlord lopping off his head.

      Looking through the body, all Sqrzz could find were some rough logs and rough stones. "Hardly worth the time and effort." he thought to himself as he saddled his donkey and continued onto his final destination of Caerleon.