To me this is reading as a heavy disconnect between what various members see as meaningful contribution to the server and the system we have set out to 'reward' that. Because the rank system is heavily skewed to looking at builds it can look like people aren't "pulling their weight" or whatever. Perhaps the real solution is to figure out an individual rank system that is less build oriented so as to be able to recognize folks that contribute meaningfully but have less builds. I don't know if or how that'd fit into the whole minecraft aspect of the server, but that's my current two cents.

July 8
Dawn's Light is a rare and expensive alcoholic drink produced in Kaligos and made from sunflower and some other secret ingredients. It comes in bottles and glows orange when opened.

July 12
"But, Garolf," they asked. "How do you know our language?"
With a chuckle and a smile, Garolf plainly replied, "it is simple! I do not!"

July 16
"It appears all Selk have an innate ability to both access and control their spark. The depth and breadth of such ability varies greatly. Selk toddlers can often create their own 'night light'."

July 21
Wind chimes are a common sight and sound in Selk hollows. Constructed from a hollow wood-like plant native to Kaligos, these chimes are said to attract crowds of pleasant spirits, leaving no room for the less pleasant sort.

July 13

The blue glow emanated from Garolf's fingertips, flowing into the orb where it remained.

July 14
You must protect your spark. It will gladly provide all that you ask. Do not ask too much.

July 20
Heavy snowfall in winter makes inland Kaligos nearly impossible to travel by traditional means.

July 22
A pan flute made of that same plant is a common musical instrument among Selk

I believe we should require membership on the discord to maintain membership on the server and also new members should choose a liege if they wish to stay. This will help maintain a 'cleaner' administrative environment.

As such I propose the following as Charter 12a:
a. Members of the Realms of Candarion must maintain membership in the Candarion Discord server. If a member leaves the discord server, they must re-join within 30 days or they are Withdrawn and are removed from the whitelist.
to do this, all other sub-sections in 12 will be moved up a letter. There are currently two sub-sections 'd'. This should be fixed to make the sub-sections sequential. Or it can be tacked on the end, I'm not sure how much re-numbering we should do.
This change requires a supermajority vote.

Also, I propose an addition to section 14.1
Members who do not choose a liege within Application Ministry policy guidelines are Withdrawn and are removed from the whitelist.
This change requires a majority vote.

Background

Kaligos is a land of darkness and monsters. Founded by a Helian expat, Kaligos is a blending of Helian tradition and culture with the native population of Selk. The Six Gods are present among some former Helians, but a new form of magic has been found and intense study is underway! The Selk practice a lifestyle-religion known to outsiders as Selkine, which has a heavy emphasis on beast and nature spirits.

Background

Kaligos is a land of darkness and monsters. Founded by a Helian expat, Kaligos is a blending of Helian tradition and culture with the native population of Selk. The Six Gods are present among some former Helians, but a new form of magic has been found and intense study is underway! The Selk practice a lifestyle-religion known to outsiders as Selkine, which has a heavy emphasis on beast and nature spirits.

Background

Kaligos is a land of darkness and monsters. Founded by a Helian expat, Kaligos is a blending of Helian tradition and culture with the native population of Selk. The Six Gods are present among some former Helians, but a new form of magic has been found and intense study is underway! The Selk practice a lifestyle-religion known to outsiders as Selkine, which has a heavy emphasis on beast and nature spirits.

Hey Aelphaba!
Good looking app so far.

Here are the 'typical' questions:

What is/are your favorite colors(s)?
What type of fantasy races are you most interested in?
Do you have a general understanding of progression in this server?
What's your favorite biome to build in?
What's your favorite type of wood in Minecraft?

Vote 5/5

The Ballad of Clan Bright-eye

Kerf smiles, glad his clan will have a home.
He raises his hand again to the Elder next to him.

The elders join hands once more in what Hawkson now knows is likely an intense deliberation, a flurry of emotions and images.
Hawkson, too, smiles, excited at the prospect of having these interesting folk living in his domain. There is much they can share with Obrexia.

Kerf's eyes open, and he claps his hands, beaming.
"Friend Hawkson, Clan Bright-eye is most humbled and overjoyed at your gracious offers.
We, with utmost gratitude, accept stewardship of the location in the remote Artaire forest.
With that, let us enjoy this bountiful harvest and be merry."

Kerf places his hand briefly on Hawkson's arm again, projecting to him the overwhelming gratitude, relief, and hope he now has for Clan Bright-eye.
Too, though, he projects words of caution, "The Spark consumes. Tread lightly. Kerf will tutor, if you desire."

The merriment and celebrations continue.
Jokes, laughter, conversations, thought this time of a much lighter tone continue into the night.
At one point, Kerf produces a wooden flute from his vest and begins a playing a joyous song.
Several other elders now also have instruments: bells, small drums, another flute but this one with a deeper sound.
It's quite dark out now. The food is gone, and the mood is high.
Kerf begins playing his flute again, a single note held long.
A quiet sets over the room as everyone turns to look at Kerf, his eyes closed.
The note ends, a brief pause, and Kerf plays.
The tune is slow and soft, a crisp, melancholic melody invested heavily with emotion.
Soon the others join in, the music becomes full and detailed, as if an entire orchestra had entered the dining hall.
Hawkson can tell that this is a special moment, the very air thick with emotion, a static just waiting to discharge.
He can feel their sadness, their pain. He can feel their hopelessness.
And then, flashes of hopes, sparks of joy. The music brightens, the melody swift.
And then it's over, the instruments disappear.

The Elders stand, each a brief bow to Hawkson.
Farewells are said, and they collect their daggers from Caspien, who seems to be at a loss for words.

He leads the Elders back toward the inns in Hawk's Landing.

It may be dark now, but tomorrow is a bright new day for Clan Bright-eye.

[This concludes the living post]

Kerf looked down nervously for a moment before holding his hand up to the Elder seated nearest him.
Almost immediately all of the elders had joined hands. After a few moments of silence, they dropped hands, and Kerf looked up to speak.
"We don't presume to choose our place here. We are hardy and resourceful.
However, we are most familiar with the ways of the forest. Within the forest we can thrive, and the forest will thrive with us, for we are stewards of the land."
Kerf paused, appearing to debate whether he'd continue on.
A moment, a deep breath, and on he went.
"Access to a waterway for harvest and transport would also be a boon.
As well as supplies to sustain us until we can tend the forest."
Kerf gestured to one of his companions and a moment later a good-sized chest way placed near Kerf's chair.
"We do not come entirely as beggars. As I'm to understand it, Frozen Moonlight is highly valued here.
As such, we've brought you this gift."

He opens the chest and piled within are tons of silver... leaves?.. among other woodland inspired figures.
Enough such that the Elders could have probably bought themselves a good sized estate and staffed it for a few seasons.
Kerf looked back up at Hawkson.

Kerf reaches toward Hawkson and places his hand on Hawkson's forearm.
"The Spark is life. But this.."
Kerf projects the notion of the empathic bond, "is Selk. Some are able to Empath through the Spark. You have at least the potential, as I was able to sense you reaching out."
Kerf projects his feelings of joy and congratulations for Hawkson.
"You took well to the Spark, and your potential is vast. Most do not respond as you did. Use wisdom with the Spark. It is life, fire, hunger, and it will devour you if it must."
Kerr projects images of a young girl, aflame with Spark. More of several young men, dried as corn husks. And one final image, trees snapped off at the base, twisted, mangled, as far as the eye can see and farther.
"I caution you: do not reach for your Spark.
At least until you've had more tutoring. "
Kerf removes his hand from Hawkson's arm and reclines in his chair.
He says, audibly this time, "You'll find we can now communicate adequately with speech," and he grins again.

"Spark is fire, life. It may be that our magics spring from the same fount. We cannot be certain."
Kerf pondered briefly on Hawkson's last question. This would be the first time he gave the Spark to a non-Selk. But it was a new time, and time for new things. Hawkson had been open to the One.
Decided, he gathered his Spark, as little as could be managed, and pushed it into Hawkson.
"Grab ahold, friend"

Anyone watching from without, if they were paying attention and had a keen eye, might have noticed a tiny, brief light flash between Kerf and Hawkson's hands. The seconds pass, a minute, two, and then...

Spark-light fills Hawkson's body, his veins glow from within. This lasts but a moment before the light condenses into his chest.
He opens his eyes and they flash with a bright orange glow. Hawkson closes his eyes.
Then, as quick as it came, the light is gone, and Hawkson opens his eyes.
Kerf grins.

Kerf received a strong impulse of compassion from Hawkson, images of a new home.
He continued on to describe the Spark.
'The Spark is a source of magical energy. It is believed that many living beings contain the Spark.
The Spark gives, and it takes. Care must be taken lest it consume. Selk train to access their Spark from youth.
All do not have equal capacity or ability for spark. Among our Clan, many are but a Light. This is not a shame, as all roles are important within the Clan.
It is this training that we bring to share, Bird-child.'