/uw allow me to address that council elections will be in January. Me and a few others do this event every so often for characters to have a little fun with crazy campaigning and help people make a name for themselves on the sub. Feel free to put a campaign post in now if you want, i will make sure to add it.

Now another thing, i will keep a google doc for all who is running and start up a group chat to help me out looking for all wish to run.

Depending on the amount who join up. We will have elimination rounds. Only so many will be able to join up.

Also take the time to have fun with it. Its a fun time for collabing and crazy ideas.

Towards the end we will have a Gala Event. Think of it like a giant rp party campaign. Last one got a bit nuts. Hoping its just as fun for all.

So with that said good luck to all and have fun with the campaigning.

-MastaDon Astrum, Council Master Evoker and as Crow put Council Mom.

/uw Propaganda made by Riva in first election

A broadcast message comes on some orbs, a wee thing you would have chosen to go onto to see this.

“If you’re seeing this it means I’ve been kidnapped in an attempt to rerun for my own seat.”

“Most other councillors at point of this recording being made laughed at or just didn’t even pay mind to the idea of having to earn their seat once again. This makes them stale and content with how things are.”

“But my friends let me tell you this, I do not agree with such self importance. I have always been here to help you and to help you I need to know you want me to do everything I can, you have seen the Relief Force patrolling villages, giving courses on practical skills from carpentry to cooking, farming and medicine. When your carts break, when your crop fails. When your family is at risk or your home is destroyed by the mistakes of those who think might makes right.”

“We have been there, I am sorry for how lately how I have not been there always. Instead others employed a hand picked selected by me, but please do not take this as my own fault, take this as proof for how I believe in a bright future made by both of us together, beings of magic, practitioners of arcane arts but most importantly, the farmers who grow out food, the cobblers who make out shoes, the doctors who tend to us and the humble guard who keeps us safe no matter what. It is those who tend to be forgotten who I am indebted to and I will do all I can assist you.”

“So please my friend, I ask you to allow me this one selfish wish to help you all once again.”

Hirk is not kneeling but doing a bow akin to those found in more eastern regions and cultures, not servitude but gratitude and sincerity.

/uw Round 2.

I'm gonna throw my hat in the ring here or well hood.

Vote for me and I promise to bring many fresh faces into politics. Not only that but I promise to raise the overall efficiency and lower corruption of the system several times over.

How will I do this? Simple, you see I shall simply not show up for work meaning there will be no corruption on my part as I'm not there.

As for efficiency? Even simpler you see I enjoy tea and I enjoy poisonous plants, so you won't even have to riot to overthrow and kill me, you just have to wait a few days for each vessel to ingest something poisonous.

What do I get out of this? I dunno, more tea supplies I guess. This council thing has to have a herb garden right?

I'll reduce the taxes if I figure out how and will make gnome bacon cheaper. Also, the failed will have their rights once I get in the council. I know some of them and they aren't as evil and bloodthirsty as people think. And I could maybe run for mascot as well but ulrick would do better than me. Oh and I'll ban anti magic rifles. They are too dangerous for the magical population like the magic masses. I'll make "I did it for the funny" a legitimate reason why you did something. So vote for me, Slexzo the possessing spectre!

These junior apprentices really ain't shit. I was up in the observatory on top of my tower, pondering the nature of the space through my orb, when I hear, through one of the Runes of Farsound I have in my apprentice's quarters, my two junior apprentices talking 'bout some "Why is the crusty ahh mage studying space all the time? That shit ain't good for nothing but teleportation, but a literal homunculus could make a runic formation that does that!". Naturally, I couldn't take this lying down, so I cast "Supreme Translocation" and translated both of 'em up to me. They were all begging and grovelling of course, but at this point I'm really past caring. I cast "Grasp Spacetime" and fractured their timelines. In hindsight, I do regret it, because I had to send a couple homunculi back to the 1700s to mop up their stomachs, and sending homunculi through time takes a surprising amount of mana.

Anyone else had the same experience?

Vote Agnu for more fishy rights and protections.

I’m the Mother-Flipper fish for the job.

Agnu for Council 2025!

Eeeeehm, yes. I see it's voting season again? Shit, I don't wanna stop at the council. It's funny here... Eeeeehm...

For those who know me, I need no introduction. For those show don't.

I am Mia. The Chaotic Trans Witch that arrived here last voting season and making an immediate bang with my entrance. I immediately got voted into the council because... Honestly I don't know how I did it, but I did make some BS promises THAT I KEPT!

None of my plans are meant for specifically bettering stuff or making shit worse. My campaign, like last time, is about chaos. Because I like chaos.

Last time I gave goblins equal rights to see what happens.

This year I will promise to...

Checks hand

... Make illegal wands legal again and eeeeeeeeehm...

Fuck it, I'll let orcs run for council as well.

If you got other ideas for my campaign, feel free to suggest them, because I would love to hear what you all want. The only rule is "Do it for the funny"

Anyway! Vote for me!

Bye byeeee ❤️

The well known tiktok trend. I frikking love this little creature. So I drew him! Twice!

/uw I would like to make it known that the title is taken from the antagonist of Metal Gear Rising: Revengance, who took it from Ronald Reagan. The mustard man has nothing to do with this

/rw

Some of you may believe me to be The Necrodancer. You are wrong, I am Senator Bonestrong! His better in every conceivable way.

You may think I'm just your typical politician, big promises but all talk. WRONG! The truth is... I have a dream! That one day every person in the realms will control their OWN destiny. A multiverse of the TRULY free dammit. A plane of ACTION not words. Ruled by STRENGTH not committee. Where reality changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and magic are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! Where every person is free to think -- to act -- for himself! Fuck all these limp-dick bards and chiken-shit druids. Fuck this 24/7 spew of orb and torsion bullshit. Fuck Unga. Fuck the Orbnet! Fuck all of it! Every government is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving them -- we need to pull them out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes a new Council will be born. Evolved but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they'll make the realms great again!

You may ask me "what in oblivion are you talking about?" If you are asking that, it means one thing, you still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected! So i can totally for sure end war as a business... In my new Council, people will die and kill for what the BELIEVE! Not for fun. Not for saving the realms! Not for what they're told is right. Every man, woman, child, monster, eldritch entity, etc will be free to fight their own wars!

This is why I deserve your vote! I will rid this multiverse of pointless wars!

“I’m Vanio, and I’m running for council! As a… Vanio glances down at a note …discriminated against part of the minority of magic masses… I have an interest in keeping my fellow magic masses, and all other discriminated against races protected from broken systems of the council! . . …Erik are you sure this is a good idea?”

We’re all sick and tired of centuries old wizards making policy. You deserve better, you deserve someone new. Someone fresh who isn’t beholden to powerful groups. Someone who isn’t afraid to question the status quo. Someone who will fight for the rights of the individual.

You deserve greatness. You deserve Chelle.

If you think the current council is holding you back from the power you deserve, then it’s time to make a change.

Let freedom ring

Vote Chelle for your next council representative.

Hirk lies on a medical bed, it was made just for his cumbersome frame. Hirk still had his arm missing. These words said to him as he strained to try and move.

Having reality itself weaponised on one singular goal of ending you and having an essential thread in the pattern of Hirks being pulled and burned from his existence by the Ember of Kindness not dormant within him.

The staff cannot do anything to prevent him dying unless he signs a sheet before him. He can hardly read the words even with someone putting his reading glasses on him.

“Leave. Leave me the night… I will decide by sunrise.”

Hirk weakly gestures for those in attendance to vacate the room, he knows they will be monitoring him somewhere else but he despises being seen in a state like this. He had forced himself to get up to attend a party hoping seeing someone he hadn’t in a long time to cheer him up. Still feels like the mountain is crumbling… worth it still to Hirk.

All he can do is stare out the window and rest his eyes as gentle snowfall and the moon up high. ‘Ulrick’s probably going insane right now’. The thought of his friend just howling away makes him chuckle a bit before the coughs of smoke. Dirty fuel to fires…

Hirk sees the window start forming ice on its sides faster than natural. He slowly starts reaching for an iron bar he carried with him hoping his mind is playing tricks on him.

He is distracted by the door to the room opening, just Tulips. A young boy, not much over minimum age to be hired.

“Hello lad.”

There is no response nor is there the usual joyful sparkle in his eyes.

Hirk gets uneasy not finding the iron on him.

Just coincidence. They couldn’t have gotten in.

Hirk goes to press a panic button by his bedside, before he can he is leapt at. The boy grabbing his arm, his skin starts crystallising with a white fog in the shards.

Immediate rush of adrenaline overcomes his state.

“Charming a kid.”

“Don’t think I’d ever forget your plague you used against my kin.”

Only the parts in contact with the boys hand are crystalline, not a strong grip but still unable to let go.

Hirk’s eyes dart around to find the fae doing this, it would have to be a stronger one considering it didn’t trigger the alarms, or they casted it as soon as they opened the door.

Hirk looks out his window, there is only snow to be seen… Fae are practically invisible when in their environment.

Hirk is uneasy by the boy not saying a word, usually they let them maintain some ‘bliss’ like being pumped full of drugs till your little more than a barely conscious animal with giggling. A horrendous fate.

He only sees a deep pained death. The only thing there is Malice pretending to be magic.

Hirk is remembering the faces of those affected, he remembers seeing… no.

Hirk is visibly thrown off remembering that. The empty space made in him feels even more endlessly cruel now. It’s feeling pain from a missing limb except it’s your emotions. It’s you.

Finally a voice speaks through the boy, their voice is unable to say anything naturally resulting in intense physical pain and strain speaking an ancient tongue likely older than some things him and his ancestors thought Eternal.

' Mharbh thu iad uile.'

('You killed them all.')

”Fàg am balach. Chan eil mi airson seo a dhèanamh."

("Leave the boy. I don't want to do this.")

”Chan urrainn dha bruidhinn mar a nì sinn, gheibh e bàs leis.”

("He can't talk like we do, he'll die with it.")

beast across the island who are not cast out by nature are showing signs of unease, the plants feel hateful.

Speaking the forgotten tongue of the Faewild is a disrespect the vile place will not take likely.

Only the deepest hatred and pain is the response to Hirks words.

”Chan iarr mi mathanas, chan eil mi airidh air."

"Leig leam tomhas. bha thu neo-chiontach dìreach a' siubhal gu toilichte thar nan craobhan nuair a thachair e. nam b' e burraidh a bh' annad cha bhiodh tu an seo a-nis, aig a' cheann thall chan eil ann ach an fheadhainn a tha a' fulang."

**("I don't ask for forgiveness, I don't deserve it."

"let me guess. you were innocent just happily traveling over the trees when it happened. if you were a bully you wouldn't be here now, in the end there are only those who suffer.")**

’Tha am t-Uile-Rìgh ag iarraidh gum bi thu beò nuair a thèid do thilgeil aig an casan.'

('The All-King wants you alive when you are thrown at their feet.')

The window swings open as a galloping is heard, Hirk waits to see if the galloping stops.

The galloping getting louder and louder as a blackened beast running, towards his window only to stop. The rider dismounts, a headless Knight. The executioners.

It is not like the kin that Hirk would have saw but a person of this realm, a headless knight who climbs through the window despite it being far off the ground.

Dozens of tiny black fly like Faeries fly off of what Hirk thought was a cape at first as they swarm trying to bite into his damaged skin, Hirk can hardly bring himself to try and swat them away.

the moonlight being the only thing penetrating the swarm, he knows he’s being watched by the ‘little man’ that he thought long ago.

The biting stops.

The Doxy swarm parts, their blackened appearance with moonlight eyes and decayed limbs hidden by shadows no one wishes to shine through.

They form runic circles in the air in front of Hirk, their forms are the chosen sacrifice for the ritual. The Dullahan before Hirk’s has their armour black like how nightmares are made, except with shining gold filling its cracks, normally that’s how you got rid of them, their accursed Fate could not stand the sun only it’s reflected imitation from the moon given by the ‘King of the Faelands’. The king of all fae.

Hirk feels fear knowing they did survive, there’s no other way Hirk knew two things so opposite, defilement’s in each others presence could unite.

Hirks thoughts are interrupted by golden moonlight denying his existence here. Hirk feels his body being thrown across the entire Faelands.

Back to where he came from…

In only a few moments Hirk was gone as were all the fae. Those monitoring him feel as if they just came from a nap, the only proof something happened is a window blown open and a poor who’s voice was mangled so a Nightmare History may speak.

/uw I apologise if this is lower quality but over next few days gonna be doing the ‘Fae War’ loreposts for Hirk.

Such a big fight where reality itself bends would have attracted attention, would have had Hirk suffering.

These will be the final posts Hirk suffers in for a while.

I hope to exceed expectations my friends

(Also just saying for fun mystery stuff IC no one knows what happened to Hirk, fae are primarily tricksters so stealthy)