Ascension of Deichtine Ysav'rai The Ascension That Failed When Avechna called the Final Ascension Challenge forth, the High Prophet Ghani n'Rotri swooped in and stole the Staff of Ascension for himself, and began to ascend as an Avatar of Kethuru. This had been Ghani n'Rotri's plan all along - his destiny as was writ in the Verses of Magnora - as his repeated efforts to gather power and spread chaos throughout the First World during the last several years were to build an Orrery upon the silent astrosphere of Ophiuchius. The Ascension had failed and it was up to the ...

Verses of Magnora, MXXXIV: "Within the serpent's habitat shall mortals step before he dies" And so they did; but not without a Trial. When Avechna called the Final Ascension Challenge forth, the High Prophet Ghani n'Rotri swooped in and stole the Staff of Ascension for himself, and began to ascend as an Avatar of Kethuru. This had been Ghani n'Rotri's plan all along - his destiny as was writ in the Verses of Magnora - as his repeated efforts to gather power and spread chaos throughout the First World during the last several years were to build an Orrery upon ...

Year in Review; Ascension 2018 Year in Review 2017 Each year, the Producer of Lusternia looks back on the prior year, reviewing past events, including the Saga of Ghani which spanned almost the entire year, new areas and quests, and the retirement of a Lusternia founder. Also, a major project is announced going  forward into the new year, read more. Ascension 2018 When the High Prophet Ghani n'Rotri was corrupted during the Taint Wars just before the Fall of the Holy Celestine Empire, he was captured and held in a dimensional prison by the Illuminati of Gaudiguch. For centuries, he ...

When the High Prophet Ghani n'Rotri was corrupted during the Taint Wars just before the Fall of the Holy Celestine Empire, he was captured and held in a dimensional prison by the Illuminati of Gaudiguch. For centuries, he was maintained there by the immortal guardians of the prison, but then finally escaped. Using his powers of prophesy, he manipulated events twisted fate for his dark purposes. Events culminated in the return of the Dread Lord of Contagion and eventual weakening of the Nine Seals that hold the Soulless Gods. As stated in the histories under Coming of Estarra, when the ...

I've been thinking back to when Lusternia was just a glimmer in my eye in early 2002. At that time, I was a volunteer admin in Achaea and loved creating stories and running events and designing and building areas and quests. When the offer to create my own MUD presented itself, I knew I did not have a strong enough technical background to pull it off. However, I had often partnered with a volunteer coder and together we designed and implemented new skillsets and other under-the-hood projects. The coder taught me how to code and gave me the confidence to ...

'Twas the season of Solstice drawing us near, once again feeling the thrill and warmth in the hearts of the young and old to celebrate the inherent festive merriment and generosity found within. We were pulled strongly towards the bright lights of the holiday that shone brilliantly to our eyes. Our arrival was heralded by the icy chill we brought, its wintry breeze bringing with it a specialty of our own... Perfect with its many glistening facets, each cut distinctly like a masterfully sheared fabric by an expert tailor's hand, our magically blessed snowflakes were set drift. Swirling and dancing ...

Each legacy is more than just a story;united all beginnings open doors -we embrace Fate and die for our own glory,as ages fade, but Promises endure. Alakar i'Xiia was uncertain which of his ancestors had agreed to this nonsense, but he didn't have time for it. A Verse of Magnora? Really? What did they take him for, an adventurer? It was tedious in the extreme. Nonetheless, a promise was a promise, and he was not about to risk besmirching his house's name by sweeping it under the rug. As it transpired, it was not quite as purposeless as he had ...

As much of the Basin slept, the Chaos Seal weakened. More were on the cusp of fading as Lief Myeras-Silvermoon made a valiant attempt to close portals and fight back the beasts - but after much of her toil she was overcome by the madness of the Soulless too much to continue. She ceased, only half the portals closed - and the creatures made it through to weaken the Justice and Beauty Seals without further contest. Soon, Remmiel Strongleaf returned to defend them, accompanied by Romaan D'Varden of New Celest. They too made an attempt to beat the portals back, ...

Safely ensconced in the Tosha Monastery, Constance Walker was not idle. She had assured her allies in Serenwilde that they could work on curing Elsa without needing to return to Duum, a message that had been passed through the commune's alliance to reach Tekora Windwhisper. Ably assisted by the more knowledgable Avalni D'Varden, they began working on a cure. Eventually they spoke to those of Glomdoring, who remained vigilant over the wellbeing of the two members of the Humanistic League. It was Xenthos An'Ryshe who eventually completed their collective quest to cure Elsa Fallows, returning her and her books to ...

Wanda Murkle was under no illusions that she was the sort of person people liked. But then, she didn't have much of an interest in being liked. There would be rapture, and He would come and consume them all, and all would be as it ought to be. That was enough. If people thought her mad, or cruel, or wicked, that was besides the point. Nonetheless, the Humanistic League were beginning to grate upon her. Not the young girl, Elsa - no, she was a useful tool. So malleable, for a clever little girl. So open to new experiences. To ...

The appearance of Verses of Magnora had become commonplace. In a scant matter of years, one after the other after the other had been uncovered, often heralding events that transpired soon after. But no matter how routine their delivery became - always taken to places or people of import, and always with talk of keeping a promise - there were few adventurers in the Basin of Life who did not think their volume strange. And so, when he discovered a scrap of blackened parchment in the destitute ruins of Malacoda Manor, the treasure hunter Tarel was given pause. He carefully ...

The ancient portal is obviously of Illuminati design, though the technique appears equally old yet beyond my understanding. Witnesses report it was our own Jun D'Cente who discovered the combination required to gain entry to the splintered dimension of the Mirage Prison. The name of which I uncovered later with ease. Disorganised chaos reigned with the prisoners left to their own devices, the guards dribbling idiots and the Overseer, Zortura Iborchi, who supposedly is in charge, was equally incomprehensible. Only two were willing to speak with anyone; Miilaso and Shibesa, who seem to be at odds with the Prison's "true ...

Wandering the highways can be so utterly dull, especially when you get lost as often as I, but it is not without its advantages for a scholar. Meandering through the warren of life's roadways, I have had opportunities to study all manner of odd and unique flora and fauna. The most recent pustule outbreak was quite horrific, but even more improbable were the resulting simulacra which grew. Like ghosts haunting the oft-travelled paths, I wound my way to less trafficked areas to find peace once my own personal study was complete. In the months that followed, I found ample time ...

New Monk Classes! Nunchaku Monks The Nunchaku monk class was released and is available in the City of Gaudiguch. These monks wield nunchucks that can be woven in stupendous patterns to mess with the minds of their opponents. With the new skill of Zarakido, these monks can tap into their inner will and the flows of life itself through the liberal use of alcohol. Yes, these are Lusternia's drunken monks, whose chaotic moves are either at odds with or in alignment with the universe, depending on your point of view.  For the story of the founding of this new class, ...

Dearest honoured mother, It fills me with joy to write you once again and communicate the duties of my life since last we met. As ever, I am a servant of the Queen of Queens and carry my discretion with dignity, but though it is a fell day that brought me back to you, I am nevertheless pleased. I had not known what to expect when the Hive ordered me away, but I have found Hallifax, the Beacon of Harmony to be a suitable home. Much of their lives are ordered not unlike a Hive. In Hallifax, our Queen of ...