ignnus

It's been fun, it's been exciting. but i realize my life has different interests and purposes now. 
normally you know me, i'd just leave, but it seems really horible behavor even for me.
what could have been.. well i actually never do what i didn't planned, so even this was overtime..
i just wanted to give some benefits back, instead of leaving it like desolate desert.. maybe its consolation that that is what next generation intends to do to the world..and its not specific to md.
 
that's it, bye (probably not meeting again..;)

It's been fun, it's been exciting. but i realize my life has different interests and purposes now. 
normally you know me, i'd just leave, but it seems really horible behavor even for me.
what could have been.. well i actually never do what i didn't planned, so even this was overtime..
i just wanted to give some benefits back, instead of leaving it like desolate desert.. maybe its consolation that that is what next generation intends to do to the world..and its not specific to md.
 
that's it, bye (probably not meeting again..;)

Is it? I sort of want to stop there. Let's see. Of course, i'd say 85 percent in some way, unless you are chosen as a prophet. However, language as a pure construct is possible too (breaking worlds/words?). Nice question. I don't want to add stuff here, thank you for reference, i didn't read it.
 Unless i understood everything wrongly... i'd say yes. Although i don't like where it takes the discussion. Is it some unknown magic? I won't be lazy and look at my notes (i was gonna), wait..
" like saying its too late, is like don't forget me is like" i sound confused..sorry. This was meant as this :
  saying 'too late', as in saying 'don't forget me', similar to acting on your intuition that would help you,  a bit too lazily and late. As in loss of meaning via (your) proposed upper limit of language capability. For example, When you are 'too late', is it? or did you just made it?
I've no idea what i've said. I tried to not have fun but wha' do you know. 
Honestly i don't know what to say? I'm not a fire maniac that i once was. So It could be whitey-with a very slight pinkey - or yellow, whatever would cause a nice tint on that shadowed white. How about some super cold weather for a change?(themes-meh). Cold is so underrated. I should say, i'm horrible at drawing, always been.
I looked it up a bit to get a sense.Thanks. Trust and communication is nice, and i'm not just saying, however oversimplification in understanding (humans) ought to end badly.
Nice question, of course, this was the whole point for me. There are extreme levels to knowledge that are available to humans by nature, and many more that aren't. But see it isn't without problems, like  nonsense, can also make nonsense-sical structures. Although in general there can be a positive effect/flow whatever. Although, when you say know, it seems like sub-consciousness question which is i guess interesting, let me see. Or make believe imagination stuff, if so, of course. Wow you have horrible questions.. (not).  Here, i have many but :
' if you don't end your thoughts, they don't end or begin necessarily when your mind
focus is not there'
Today is saturday, so i should judge..while i'm here.
*drumroll**drumroll**drumroll**drumroll*
STENO ........  2nd place, questions are energetic and clever  (1 gold)
Duskwish ......... 1st place, epic/romantic (2 golds)
Bashaw Steel ........ 3rd place, most my kind of thinking-mind, aka mind mesh-paste (err was it 5 silv)
Bonus: Steno 3 silvers, Pipsticks 2 silvers. 
There you go, i'd very much appreciate if there some treasure keepers around that can contact me. If not, i'll send rewards next week or so. (i seriously don't have time- but you'll get it). 
Thanks to all participants. I may repeat the quest later. Have a nice weekend whatever.

1. Is the language that you use to describe the world around you dependent on how you view the world around you, is it that how you view the world around you is dependent on the language you use, or is it some weird half causational/correlational mix of the two? (For reference, look up the Sapir/Whorfian hypothesis)
2. if you were to change the color scheme of MD to another group 3-5 colors (the yellow, black, brown, orange, and red we normally see), what set of 3-5 colors would you change it to? What reasons would you give for selecting those colors. -I’d personally really enjoy hearing your answer on this Mur has some really interesting ideas regarding colors.
3. Is it ever possible that your MD self knows things about the world (or you) that the real life you doesn’t know and what might those be? (For reference I recommend looking up the Joharri window concept. Very interesting)
 
are these the kinds of questions you are looking for?

Great, question. Since ALSO its interesting i'll try to answer.
I can't say much about 'Roleplay' items  specifically. Cause i never really though that much about roleplay aspect, and this requires multiple clusters to answer at once. I don't like this (since its technically a/one question- that i don't have one answer), it could be (roleplay aspect) about something similar to, how we see the world from the moment we are born, like starting a story (or rpg), its not only a fresh start, it also defines the time (manages it to a degree). Etc..
Points for MD related question.
For the items themselves-any items in general, rather objects like, i have two thoughts:
       - Items are possible curse fighter, repeller(s).
       - Items are as fake formed(formation) things.
 
 
How do you train your intuition? 
      This is an unfortunate question Pip.
How do you train your intuition? is the answer.
Although points for raw talent and subject.
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What is the shape of your perception?
 Err, again, the question structure.... And this reminds me of a song, its early i can't remember.  
I'm being a snob here but i can't be unfair. If you want to learn about perception you could ask what is the shape of one's perception, or what is the shape of (the) perception, technically...Sorry pip
Although with respect and relation to first one, (for the second one), i can answer in some way somewhat.
Intuition-perception, are both deep subjects, especially intuition, also is a sad subject in a way. Perception is somewhat easier, but again, i can't give long real answers like i did with Duskwish's, since your question style are wrong for it as i explained.
   Processing of information is (a) universe undefeated
   &
   Only a strained mind (may) choose symmettry. 
 
Points for not using 'you'. So i'll answer anyway both questions. 3 questions. Also interesting, thanks.
      + : yes, not really sure who else it could be and why.
      + by sentence structure, this is not a great one for ME to answer, since i'm literally a bit sloow and stupid when its riddle time and practicality time. I'll mumble as best i can regardless.
         : Is the same person, - there is a person-, same- of what?, as the one- who?-same or anyone else?, the one who writes your stories?- i'm just gonna ignore your(my) stories and think in general-ehmm, one?- who is one here exactly?-a higher power? or default unit (person) in general.. So there is 3 people here who can be anyone (told you i'm stupid)...Stories...hmmm. Life stories?-of these people? Are they the same? I think a liberal person, or a french person should really answer this question. I'm horrible at this, by nature and environment. They could say something like : "hashtag #stories am i right?" ...lol
      + methaphorically or technically, "do we write our own stories"            to more technical stuff.. Much easier to answer..
         : it is recursive without the linearity. But also, our vessels, are defining many rules-answer is in/by many distributed clusters Do we write our own stories as in, do we write our own destiny? Answer is yes!!!!!! this is actually huge, i guarantee you its yes. (however, this is also THE end question, tsk tsk tsk). Funny enough, both answers lead to same place, technically or destiny wise. YES
 
 
 
 
    

How do you train your intuition?
What is the shape of your perception?
Thanks

Are the same person as the one who writes your stories?

What is the true nature of roleplay items?

@Aia del Mana I prefer if fellow Necrovians partipicated, and I appreciate Anti-hero type of thinking i guess, to explain shortly.
@Fang ArchbaneWhat did i just told bro. Don't you have any respect  , seriously though. Also no idea what that picture is, please don't make clutter.

I note a mention of Necrovion in the title, but no further mention thereof; what were its significance for this quest?

I should state that I'm not a quester anymore. That being said I don't mind being a sponsor, if Iggy will have it. I have a max tree I'm happy to reward first place, and I can pass it via magic ctc so it won't incur any losses. Happy thinking.

Hello all, I don't have much time to explain everything nicely. Lately my mind has been bending from amount of learning and research available to me, so i'd much welcome your interesting questions about the universe..
 If you are sort of  a lazy person or not, this is the (seemingly) perfect quest for you to participate.
Ask me 1 to 3 questions here on this post. If i like any of them i'll reward 1 silver. I'll also pick 3 winners who will win 2 golds 1 gold and 1/2 gold(silver equivalent) respectively. Not more than 3 per person, or at best i'll ignore the rest.
please , 
    + no personal questions, this isn't a truth or dare game, ignore the title.
    + no illiterate or 3000 pages articles. It can be in another language, as long as it can be translated somewhat
      accurately.
   + no overly technical speciallization stuff i have no idea and, this isn't the Wikipeadia. Or weird vodoo systems.
   + i much rather prefer cool stuff like syntrophic dust or smt, even if its a bit illogical
   + i'm not looking for snippets(like quotes) or "goodies", although they are welcome, humor too is welcome
   + A fine example would be:
        * What is the world? (too general but fine) - Answer: This is a world
        * What is 1+1 ? (well..not really learning anything)
       * I'm bored, is this normal? (well i'm too so..)
      * Does the emotion, rage, stack naturally? (great!) = win, however non MD related so
 
EDit: Also, here's a song, since i'm traditionally a music person.  No i'm not russian.
  
 
 
Trick here, i might think, is the right questions, as the title says. However there can't really be wrong questions as well..
I'm not planning to necessarily try more than necessary to answer anything at all, i just want the questions.
I'm a bit of a rough person as you might know, but don't underestimate my intuitive vision..that may benefit you/
And despite the title everyone is welcome to ask questions. Mur as well..
That's about it, i'm sure i forgot a ton of things. (i always do).. *goes to re-re-order some spell papers*
edit-Forgot to add:  NO Fang Arch-bane!, Although i appreciate the amount the annoyance some people of MD can make sometimes.

Chapter 31 - Yellow Eyes
Chapter 32 - Death of Sillarvr &
Chapter 33-  Livingfire
are already up at my blog from 29 to 33 where i'll resume publishing the chapter at from now on. Hopefully then, the flooding of MD forum's activity page by this topic will be reduced since this is very distressing to me and MD shoud get back to its regular pace and  regain its uninterrupted natural flow since this is also very distressing to me, even thought the latter is not really my fault. Anyway, THANKS and all, i COULD NEVER EVEN start without you (MD people) but now i think i got the gist of an experience of stiching together a story, all thanks to you. Previous chapters will also eventually be up at the blog. (not sure when, i'll get to it sometime). I'm not giving the adress since "enough self advertising" from me. If you can find it and want to read more, or have ANY FEEDBACK AND/OR QUESTIONS, feel free to pm me.
Also, for the explanation of the "abrupt" change, i believe there is not much to say now, for me. Believe me i get it, at least to some degree i try to. However i do not care. Not really.
I was going to hide the rest of the story at either Necro forum or the knowledge documents anyway starting at somewhere near 40th chapters so it'd not be immedeately accessable to public and was kinda hidden in plain sight. On second thought, a blog of my own is a better match for this purpose. The name of the book will be either Livingfire or "something with statues" . Since i have less motivation now, the chapters should roll slower but steadier. And you know, online-live, under the sight of all kind of writing has motivation wise its advantages and some pretty horrible/revolting disadvantages. Thanks again for your help, (MDwise i should get back to my retired status if you were wondering) and cheers.

Warning! Some violence and what not.
Chapter 27 - A sad farewell
Gibberish Rant about Hollywood:
I saw Joker on the theater yesterday. I can't recommend it enough. I was ready to get extremely dissapointed 
and curse Holywood's seven generation of family again or just plain out leave in the middle. Duh its River Phoenix from
'Her; and you know Holywood (soul mafia of +2000s). It left me hot and cold (that's a good thing in this case). It
seems Holywood decided between what they were doing and survival, it was better to stop pandering to u-know-whos and
trying to just roll over one group of folks instead of bringing people together. I can't wait to see more ambitious
movies (i wanna see masterpieces (at least in ambition)) without politics and less and less exporting(i'm sad to say injecting) of trademark strongarming(strangleholding) and in European case pessimism. Now, i never believed people can change
(nor they should) but maybe organizations can. When i pay for a movie i don't wanna add insult to injury,ie i'm being
brainwashed by an extremely bitter person with a good solid education or what ever. I wanna enjoy the movie etcc... 
so does everyone else. Anyway movie was super and i'm darn inspired thus sparked another chapter. Here ye go.

 

I'll take it as it is, then  
 

I think you are mistaken about something?? My topic is an reaction to yours, but not something 'against' it, but 'along' it. It occurred to me, when I started this, that a novel consisting of episodes, much like mangas, could actually work (and it was your post that made me think about it).
Idk what you assumed, but it was a bad assumption  
About names: nasty bugger. I believe it's not ok to use people's names without permission, but my little stories are written such as to not be offensive or injurious to the main character. And some are not active anymore, I could very well send a PM that would never be read... Anyways, as I take care to not offend anyone, I will not ask for permission for names to appear in this thread, unless being asked explicitly, as you did, also because I can't edit posts later and change the name. 
Btw, your name was up there first because you inspired this thread, so... you seem to be upset for no reason. Do continue writing your novel, and compete with me  
Edit: forgot to mention that this isn't a serious attempt at literature, as I seem to have no definite style of my own and I often cringe when reading some stuff I wrote. It's me fooling around, although in a careful and 'vectorized' manner. It's experimenting, and you always get something out of it.

You're right about the old part. I never played it either, but I accidentally saw it's Let's play on YT. The story being what it is, I thought it's interesting how the game actually manages being memorable.

I'm a simple woofbird so I'll keep my answer short and sweet.
Wiiya, at least to me, is information in its purest form.

It is food for my ever constipated, leaking, smelly and exfoliating pimps. And they are starving and constantly singing their lament... 
"Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, because you don't know.. what it means to me."

As I am told the Adventure Log doth lie at an indefinite hiatus, I did think to continue of its progress. I hope that mine narration, in the common-tongue, were enjoyable to read; if it were not so, I should like of constructive feedback.
It doth continue where the Adventure Log has paused, upon page 572.
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Memories in the Wind, Ch.1.
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Samon wiped the sweat from his brow as he walked inside from the rain. It had been a while since he had been called upon for a burial. Such a violent death, he thought; the image of the priestess's lifeless body flashing before his eyes once more. Such was the job of a Caretaker; at least it was something to break up the repetition of dusting the gravestones, trimming the poppies, and tormenting the Tormented Souls.
A tap on the door, then, muffled murmurs.  Samon rose hastily, but the messenger was gone; in her place a woven wreath of white flowers, and a small envelope with a waxen seal. Samon examined the seal briefly before breaking it; this was unmistakenly the Lorerootian royal seal. How odd, thought Samon; Lintara certainly preferred to communicate with enchanted butterflies. 
Ah, of course, thought Samon, as he read the flowing script-hand. He gently lifted the wreath and stepped out to place it upon the freshly filled grave.
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Lintara set out towards the Drywater Temple; her small entourage in tow, carrying all sorts of heat stones and erolin-spheres. A risk, perhaps; she briefly recalled the butterfly that had whispered advice from a far-away mentor. A risk worth taking. She directed her entourage to place the stones in the receptacle, and ignited them with the heat from the erolin-spheres, careful not to burn her fingers in the process. Before long, a roaring fire lit up the receptacle, and Lintara and her entourage stood and watched in solemn silence; broken only by the crackling flames, and then, by whispers...
faint whispers; but present, unmistakable whispers, in the old language. Lintara breathed a sigh of relief. "Aia! I thought we had lost you for good." 
The priestess's form materialised within the inner chamber of the Drywater Temple, and many curtsies and hugs were exchanged.
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Aia sat by the water's edge. The faint reflection of the moon on the pond at Raven's Peace always brought her solace; why was it so different now, she thought, as she racked her mind for her favourite memories. Mnemnosis was not kind to one's mind; she thought; some memories may be lost forever; but there was something important, just... gone. Maybe it would return to her, in time.
Aia sighed; at least she was alive.
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Necrovion stirred; an unusual state of matters for the once barren land. Dark beings shuffled within, agitated, for their Voice was gone; their Chaos apparent without its direction. Lashtal recalled watching a shadowy figure disappear, and a barrage of shades follow after. He could sympathise with their plight; after all, the humans of Necrovion had once had their own chaos, brought about by espionage and internal conflict; then had been exiled from their homes.
Patrolling the land was much too dangerous now; death would already find those that dared enter. He stashed his assassination rope into his satchel; he would no longer need it, and it would hardly do to appear threatening against a barrage of shades.
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Ailith awoke from her restless sleep. Again, she thought. Dreaming was hardly a luxury these days; if only they were more pleasant! Ailith paused to reflect before turning to a new page of her journal; the last two were already filled with visions from her dreams of the last few nights; dark figures; one a shadowy, humanoid; a blood-red moon; a tiny angien. She dipped her quill and began another expert sketch; this time the shadow of a little girl; illuminated by the glow of the faint embers of three newly extinguished candles. Such vibrant, familiar dreams, thought Ailith, as the final quill-strokes completed her artistry. Far too real for a dream - it was almost as if someone else had implanted this memory into her own mind. Frowning, she closed the pages of her journal. There were definitely some familiar places; maybe they would reveal the meanings of these vibrant memories.
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An easterly wind brushed the cheeks of Ailith's stoic facade as she ventured south past the solitary Gazebo. Ah, here it was - the tiny angien stood within the broken frame of the ominous Howling Gates. Ailith sat beside it, and procured three candles from her satchel, placing them in the soft Necrovian sands. Satisfied, she struck a heat stone to light them, and sat in seiza; closing her eyes to the world. Maybe a continuous dream might make more sense.
Three days did she keep her vigil, as travellers passed by the Howling Gates.
Ailith awoke from her trance to find her candles extinguished, and her satchel full of delicious, smoked bacon, its aroma rudely interrupted by the caustic scent of belladonna. How long have I been here, she wondered. Putting this thought aside, she opened her journal and began sketching her visions once more, rapid, coarse brush-strokes making quick work of several pages. Leaving the pages to dry, she paused to consume the bacon before reigniting her candles. The gentle sway of the flames in the wind distracted her only momentarily before she closed her eyes and continued her motionless vigil.
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The second chapter were forthcoming; if there do exist events which I cannot observe and yet were worthy of this journal, I should like to know - do send myself a message in private upon this Forum.

Ignnus, quoting parts of certain thought will often mislead you especially if you think about them as a whole.
Parts are exactly that-parts. I wrote that to show you how i feel about writing and how you should avoid things
i learned the hard way. My mistake, perhaps i was too Bashy:D 
You do how you think is best, best of luck:)

If you are aware of your talent it is only a matter of time before you get a hold of your writing frenzy. Fire needs to be tamed:)
When i begin a story i have this shiny perfection in my head and i instantly fall in love with it.
Now, when i start to write slight imperfections begin to appear and they tend to grow the longer the book, hence why i told you 
to focus on shorter stuff. Thing is, this is where hard work comes to play. Without it, you are just someone who have a story
within you, not the writer himself. You must present yourself as worthy of your gift or half-finished story will always come back to haunt you.
You have refine taste for occult themes where innocence is main protagonist, perhaps you should try the same field:)
 

Nice to see you still on the track!
Do you read something particular that drives you to create, ignnus? Or does it "gnaws" at your soul, urging you to let it go?:)
To be honest, your ideas are far better than the way you are presenting them. Try to make many short stories from this at first.
It will be rewarding to your mind that you accomplished something meaningful and there is less room for mistakes along the way:)

Feature me.

Upon recent events I did find myself within the Dead, with little company, save for the Death Guards, a very kind wookie, and, in curiosity, a shade.

This shade did say naught, but did pass to myself a small stone tablet, that which I do exhibit herewith. With time, I believe I did realise of its meaning, and did reveal it to the shade; who then finally did speak, in gratefulness, that it should finally understand of what its sibling did write.

Those who message myself the solution upon the Forum shall be in contention for rewards that I have petitioned of Chewett and Ailith - a Wishpoint and anniversary creature for the first to provide its solution, and a second anniversary creature to the second to do so.
Entries are now open, and shall close upon the close of the anniversary celebrations, fourteen days hence.

I shall accept only of solutions in private-message upon the forum - entries posted elsewhere shall not be accepted.