Fraesic not having an opinion about other organizations is actually an error.

He's right, though. /forumrp ( )

Gripping the haft of the Sulfurous Spear of Abyssal Torment, you rush forward and leap into the air. Your lungs screaming in pain as you loose a primal, gutteral shout, you violently thrust the divine spear down and into the body of Melville. As it departs your hand, the Sulfurous Spear of Abyssal Torment transforms into a shaft of noxious light, piercing your victim in a violent spray of toxins and blood.
As Melville's soul flutters away from his body, you reach out and grasp ahold of it, its ethereal form suddenly wracked with spasms.
100 wailing spirits manifest within your aura of death before the captured soul escapes.
Melville drops suddenly to his knees, a distant, confused look on his face. Confusion shifts to horror as he looks down, noticing that his skin has taken on a diseased, blighted shade of black, his veins pulsating with a noxious, sickening purple. Uttering a final, sickening gurgle of pus and congealing blood, he finally perishes.
You have slain Melville.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Melville.

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Esano rushes towards you, hefting the Sulfurous Spear of Abyssal Torment high as he charges. Leaping into the air, Esano thrusts the Sulfurous Spear of Abyssal Torment downwards with a primal, terrifying cry, allowing it to lance through the air towards you, transforming from a zingavium-forged spear into a streak of noxious, poisonous energy.
An explosion of pain fills your senses as your very blood turns toxic from the force of the blow.
Following your body's death your spirit begins to escape, passing from your mortal body. With a cruel smile, Esano grasps at you, a blind panic filling you before you manage to escape.
Falling to your knees as your body begins to fully shut down, you clutch instincively at your chest. The reality of your demise sinking in, you glance down to see your skin has turned black from the toxins while your veins pulsate an angry, throbbing purple. You gasp for your final breath, however your lungs have been filled with pus and blood, and you can only gurgle.
You have been slain by Esano.

The Sulfurous Spear of Torment hovers here upright, mordantly caressed by tendrils of acrid smoke.

The massive haft of this weapon is impossibly long, rising to well above the height of the average human. Comprised of a foreign metal alloy, dark and suffused with a subdued viridian patina by nature rather than age, this spear bears the hallmark of indestructible construction from razor-tipped point to rounded butt. A cruel diamond-shaped head rises from the apex of the shaft, swelling to twin edges at either side before tapering with wicked serrations to a vicious, gleaming point. Four long, needle-like spikes jut at perpendicular angles from just beneath the main blade, further adding to the foreboding appearance of the spear, while a cloying, mordant haze of acrid fumes hangs about the weapon, caressing it like a lover.
It weighs about 25 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Esano Koicei, Scion of the Shattered Earth.

Note: before being claimed, it bears the mark of Klangratch, the Axe of War.

A darkly beautiful lady, Agni manifests herself from embers that glow through all colours of the
spectrum with heat, veins of them spreading across her black, obsidian form. Her heart pulsates
white-hot, spreading out in a network of fiery veins of reds, crimsons, blues, oranges, a vein of
blue and yellow fire meets at each of the far corners of her eyes, the eyes themselves little more
than churning pools of emerald fire. Her figure is decidedly draconian, pumice shards jutting up
from her shoulders in mimicry of the bone ridges of dracnari and a tail of molten magma trailing
behind her.
Agni, Lady of Smouldering Embers exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 472 pounds.
She is loyal to the Lords of the Seven Sacred Pyres.
You cannot see what Agni, Lady of Smouldering Embers is holding.

Manifesting as a fiery storm of churning flames, the Lord of the Howling Flame is one of the
Elemental Lords of Fire. At the core of the twisting storm a twisting serpentine figure writhes
amongst the fire, glowing white hot. Burning blue fire composes the eyes of the figure while scarlet
flames the inside of its opened mouth, occasionally a trickle of red flame mimicking the flicking
tongue of a serpent. White hot fangs hang down from the roof of its mouth and from its shoulders -
suspiciously lacking wings and instead having normal, humanoid arms of twisting fire.
Ignis, Lord of the Howling Flame exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 900 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of the Seven Sacred Pyres.
You cannot see what Ignis, Lord of the Howling Flame is holding.

Lacking any true form, Pyrphoros, Lord of the Ravenous Inferno roars with the raw power of the
element of fire, terrible and awesome, all-consuming and ever burning. Nigh impossible to
distinguish from the surrounding flames, the only indication of his presence is that all about him
swirls with a white-hot incandescence with twisting trimmings of hot blue fire at their outermost
portions. On the most distant of occasions a twisting, serpentine form manifests among the flames,
white-hot scales rimmed with blue swirling up into the inferno before disappearing once more.
Pyrphoros, Lord of the Ravenous Inferno exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 900 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of the Seven Sacred Pyres.
You cannot see what Pyrphoros, Lord of the Ravenous Inferno is holding.

Composed entirely out of slow-moving, crimson and yellow flames, the Lady Tejas is one of the four
Elemental Lords of Fire that guard the Seven Sacred Pyres. A whispery female, Tejas wears a gown of
crimson flames that pour down from her hair of bright, yellow fire. Thinly veiled arms hide beneath
a layer of rubescent fire, tongues of green fire forming the delicate petals of a fireblossom in
place of hands. Her eyes swirl with a dark green fire, set just above thin, ruby red fire lips upon
a harsh, draconic face.
Tejas, Lady of Blossoming Fires exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 900 pounds.
She is loyal to the Lords of the Seven Sacred Pyres.
You cannot see what Tejas, Lady of Blossoming Fires is holding.

A howling tempest of ice and wind surrounds the airy form of Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind.

This imposing Air Lord is composed of powerful gusts of wind perpetually in motion. Currents of air
combine into an icily angular form, glittering with motes of ice and lacings of frost. Piercing eyes
of fierce, icy blue light are set into the harsh planes of Zeforos's face, never closed, never
blinking. His towering frame is strikingly symmetrical in its patterns, the swirling winds echoing
the memories of perfect crystalline logic. A shrieking tempest tears around him in a violent cyclone,
a permanent entourage of glacial cold and whipping shards of ice.
Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 900 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of the Winds.
You cannot see what Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind is holding.

Gentle winds whisper a soothing song around the form of Vasha, Lady of the East Wind.

This gentle lady is a being of the breezes, her slender figure composed of tendrils of the softest
winds. Tiny points of white and silver light ride along with the twirling currents of air, shaping
Vasha's winged form. She is imposingly tall, but particularly thin, even delicate in appearance. She
is clothed in a sweeping, airy gown of soft white light, with a circlet of silvery motes adorning
her head. Her eyes are a soft blue glow. Her entourage of shifting winds is laced with a subtle,
soothing fragrance, fresh and clear.
Vasha, Lady of the East Wind exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 900 pounds.
She is loyal to the Lords of the Winds.
You cannot see what Vasha, Lady of the East Wind is holding.

Pashi, Lady of the South Wind radiates gusts of dry, scorching air.

Intense, bone-dry heat radiates from Pashi, Lady of the South Wind. A being of angular form and
logical symmetry, her imposingly tall, slender frame is composed of drifts of shifting air. Dry, hot
breezes shimmer around her, twisting in a spiralling aerial display glittering with motes of red
light. Her eyes are flickering orbs of yellow, fierce and intent. Eddies of air clothe her form in a
sweeping robe, glowing with a faint radiance of ever-changing hue. The air around her ripples and
shimmers with the ceaseless, blistering heat.
Pashi, Lady of the South Wind exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 900 pounds.
She is loyal to the Lords of the Winds.
You cannot see what Pashi, Lady of the South Wind is holding.

Temperate breezes surround the insubstantial form of Haelor, Lord of the West Wind.

Formed of the woven West Winds, Haelor is a proud winged figure of towering height. His
insubstantial form shifts and alters with the changing passage of the breezes, motes of dust
streaming through the twirling winds to give some shape to his features. His are temperate currents,
neither cold nor hot; the strength of the winds varies, sometimes gusting with greater force,
sometimes dropping to only a whisper of air. His eyes are soft green in colour, curiously distinct
in his changeful face.
Haelor, Lord of the West Wind exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 900 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of the Winds.
You cannot see what Haelor, Lord of the West Wind is holding.

Bhalegu, Lord of the Blasted Sand, stands here while the ground turns to glass under his feet.

Bhalegu, Lord of the Blasted Sand stands fifteen feet tall and nearly as wide. His body is amorphous,
a continuous churning of sand that occasionally erupts in small fountains like sandy boils bursting.
His eyes are red glass marbles that roll in his head like spinning globes. Occasionally, he opens
his mouth, which gapes like a sandy pit and releases a blast of fetid air. Rivulets of sand course
down his legs and form small mounds at his feet.
Bhalegu, Lord of the Blasted Sand exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 1250 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of Earth and Stone.
You cannot see what Bhalegu, Lord of the Blasted Sand is holding.

Gravynia, Lady of the Cracked Stone, stands here as fissures grow under her massive feet.

Gravynia, Lady of the Cracked Stone, stands twenty feet tall and whose massive form is shaped in the
caricature of a woman's body. Her skin is grey granite with countless cracks spreading across its
surface, some as fine as spider webs, and others deep and wide. Her eyes are black pits within a
rounded shapeless skull, and her mouth a crumbling fissure of rock. Upon her head rests a crown of
calcified dingy white stone that is in a continuous state of disintegration, the dust falling down
her back in a grotesque parody of hair.
Gravynia, Lady of the Cracked Stone exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 1250 pounds.
She is loyal to the Lords of Earth and Stone.
You cannot see what Gravynia, Lady of the Cracked Stone is holding.

Brom, Lord of the Pocked Boulder stands here, his massive rocky form dominating the surroundings.

Brom is nearly twenty feet tall, his pocked form gloomy and unchanging. Holes as large as two large
fists coat his entire rocky body, a sign of infallible age. Atop his large head rests a crown of
black onyx, broken in places and crumbling as he shifts his hulking weight. His arms are out of
proportion to the rest of his form, resting on the ground beside him.
Brom, Lord of the Pocked Boulder exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 1250 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of Earth and Stone.
You cannot see what Brom, Lord of the Pocked Boulder is holding.

Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth, stands here dripping in black mud.

Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth, stands twenty feet tall with arms and legs as thick as massive
tree trunks. His muddy brown eyes glower and he is draped in a thick coat of black muddy earth that
drips onto the ground in huge splotches. His voice rumbles and the ground shudders under his massive
weight. A stench surrounds him like rancid water.
Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 1250 pounds.
He is loyal to the Lords of Earth and Stone.
You cannot see what Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth is holding.

Are we allowed to make requests too, 'cause I'd love some examples of Gaudiguch architecture. Better yet, have someone publish a book on it.