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Papers displaying the following are placed around message boards near the Regalian Scholar Academy To those who were unable to attend my (Duchess Guentyr) hosted discussion on the Regalian Pessimism, its causes, and how to work to mitigate any future Pessimisms but wish to be involved in the...

Reminisce, Recollect, Retain. The Massive Archive is a project designed to reminisce on, recollect and ultimately retain the past, present, and future of the minecraft factions RPG server, Massivecraft. Started by Vidaar the project originally aimed to collect all of the history and lore of...

Being an History of the Allorn Empire; the Javarindar War. Pt. 2 of 5 [An illustration of one of Empress Talea's private halls.] Of the Beginning of Conflict; the Probing Of the Probing, there is much material to survey and analyse in comparison to the other phases of the war, thanks in...

Termini Festival Song (Curtisy of @MrsCripple ) Family Name: dei Termini Family Culture: Dressolini Family Values: Efficiency, Progression, Results Family Race: Dressolini Ailor, Url Family Sigil: A Golden Harp set on top of a Mountain with a King Cobra weaving through the...

Being an History of the Allorn Empire; the Javarindar War. Pt. 1 of 5 [An illustration purported to be one of Empress Talea Sunvidal's many vacation palaces.] Augur Niddafel once declared that there was no people so blessed as the Est'alorn, to be granted the favour not only of the...

He could have sworn it looked at him. Right at him. In the northern edge of Ithania, nearing the Three Skags, there lies a pile of rubble, wind-blasted, broken apart by cold and ice, unrecognisable in comparison to the modest fortification of the past. Around three hundred years ago, nearing...

Deep in the small Rosendahl library, well hidden from view, was a musty book. It was ancient by appearance and had a fading black hue to it with a round, purple stone in the center. A large crimson red diamond shape was around it that spanned from the top of the book to the bottom. Inside...

The Skies Fell Then The Hadarian Archipelago was, by adventuring standards, truly an untouched paradise of the world. It was storm season. Spotty little monsoons swirled in eddies down the coast, bringing with them sheets of rain - they were there one hour, gone the next, leaving muddied...

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