After I was reading through some old TLW stuff.

I ran into the Knights RP, and I looked at the map.

I was inspired to attempt to make some remakes of the icon/flag things

Ind descending order, it's: Azarath, Casterrix, and XytamSolas.

I may do more, but I dunno.

I have found that in my numerous attempts to try and stay here, I have failed horribly. More often now do I forget this place exists, despite being a major factor in the advancement in the identity of he who is now known as Nyran Altair. From here, the name Nyran spawned into what it is today, and I honestly couldn't be happier about the change. Here, I learned of story, and how to better write it, and here, I made friends that i could never forget.

As something else to accompany the goodbye, which seemed a bit shorter than it really should for something as big as this, I'll leave you with a history of the name Nyran and how it started.

It all started years ago, when I was a small child, surrounded by Lego sets and Transformers along with Bionicle, and I had just begun getting into the age where stories came into you as you played with your toys. I was always fascinated, for some reason with the black and white heads that some lego minifigures had, as they were lacking in any details, and thought of why that could be. I came to the conclusion that they must be masks of some sort, and I decided that I wanted a cool mask one day. As such, the first incarnation of what would be Nyran started as a Stormtrooper who defected, and kept the armor, and the "black mask" who at the time was known as Nyklaus, and was a rather boring character. I don't miss him much.

Later on, I realized that adhering to the rules of someone Else's story wasn't as fun as making the rules of my own. So first cam Andan, a planet that was known for having Oddly Human Aliens, as well as Unrealistically Advanced and Impractical Technology. This story featured Nyklaus getting his first name change, to Knyras, as I enjoyed the letter K at the time. Here, Knyras was a Space Knight, and not the main character, but a mentor figure to a new character! This new character was a robot with morphing abilities to physically replicate organic life-forms. He adopted the human name of Zhane, and the stories I was thinking of at the time were about his shenanigans on earth, and fighting off evil, not-good guy aliens. This story was scrapped, and Zhane no longer exists.

Then came an era where I had almost abandoned the Scientific genre entirely, and fantasy enveloped my mind, and all was magical, and sword-based. I had also grown infatuated with Meaningful Names, and so I tried typing Knyras into Google. It asked: "Did you mean: Nyran?" or something like that. I liked the sound of it, and it's meaning(Eternal), and so the Dark Magic using Knight Nyran was born! This was MidKnight Nyran.

Then I entered the phase where I was critical of everything, even if it was good, so I scrapped everything of the past. I came up with a whole new story, during a phase where I felt that if something was Dark, it was automatically good. This era of mine had no Nyran, and he did not exist. Therefore, there needs no mentioning.

In all that time, a few things hadn't changed. My interest of Transformers, Sci-fi, and the Knight aesthetic fueled my desire for my character to lack a visible mouth in their design, be it covered by something, or just being something else. From that last point, though, my tastes had lightened up, and I decided that Nyran, in all of his incarnations together, was salvageable. I decided that rather than exclude either Sci-fi or Fantasy, and focus on one or the other, that the potential for both was amazing! So was forged the story of Nyran the Masked Earth Mage who after contracting a magical fatal illness, was saved by bug people to become a mechanical being 100% with the mind(not physical, just psychologically) of a human. Here I would take on threats of the magical, the technological, extra terrestrial, or the extra Techomagical threats.

And so I used the identity of Nyran to represent myself and begin my online time into the realms of forums.

So with that history of my character, I bid you goodbye for the final time, my friends, and I don't want any of you to expect me to post, or even lurk around here anymore. I will miss you all, and I want you to know that I really did enjoy my time here.

No, I'm not leaving, and I /do/ lurk from time to tie, and try to post when I can. Happy April Fools, guys.

Now, I've tried twice to introduce my friends to the online forum community that is TLW. However, they have not posted much, if at all. Lep only posted like twelve times, and Zattiri just a little more.

They both have their reasons, and I find myself hard pressed to do anything to resolve those reasons.

Lepricorn's excuse: -_- I am about to quote him directly, and you'll see why I make this face: "I have a life, they don't. I mean, I have school, and football, and I don't have time for your lame internet things." Now, I get what he's saying, except...I do more than him. I understand if he's just not into it, but he put it in a very rude tone, and one that I felt was very much disrespectful and mean-spirited to pretty much everyone.

Zattiri's tragedy: Zattiri doesn't have the best home life. Recently, some things happened with his family that he asked me not do disclose, and I'm going to respect that. But I will say that circumstances will not allow Zattiri to do much of anything internet related.

So, as we know, Clan Wars, is dying. It's lack of intrigue and fun has diminished. I propose a complete overhaul of the system. We do have a "Realm of Peace", but be honest, who uses it?

I think we should Eschew Clan Wars in General, and focus on developing a culture.  A future of our Psuedo Storyline, in which nations have expanded, and are no longer Mono-elemental as we know them.

Hopefully soon, My colleagues will elaborate and follow up on this. Until then, I wait...

As you may have noticed, I have been absent as of late. This will be the norm for a while, as pressing family issues have distracted me. My grandma has been suffering from migraines and other pains ever since an operation was made on her for something I forget. Anyway, we're staying with her right now as to help her out, and take care of her. I've been busy. I apologize for my absence, I hope you understand.

So, I found some really cool images, and I want to know which one to go with for a while. Poll ends Friday.

Green: Stag Beetle, Mantis, Grasshopper

Yellow: Lion, Tiger, Cheetah

Silver: Rhino, Gorilla, Elephant

Red: Hawk, Peacock, Condor(which combine to make a Phoenix)

Blue: Orca, Eel, Octopus

Purple: Pterodactyl, Triceratops, Tyrannosaurus

Orange: Cobra, Tortoise, Crocodile

Prologue: The cave was dark and wet. Nyran was but seven, and already experiencing a drastic change in status quot. He was leaving his home that he had his whole life. Upon the turmoil of the governmental body, there was mass consensus to leave it entirely, the King seemingly abandoned them. When Nyran beheld the new world on the other side of the cave, he was in wonder. He was not alone. All around, humans, drakes, and Beast men all shared in his wonder. The silver moon shone its glorious silver light upon them, the fresh breeze chilled them in the most wondrous of ways, and the forests, deserts, lakes of this land called out to them.

This lasted for the night, with much celebration. In the morning, the people were awakened by the Golden light of the Sun. In its wake, arguing broke out, and a once united people went their separate ways. One man stayed on this beach, and used it to found his Kingdom. This was Jalis, the Burning Heart. His red hair was still just as radiant as before, despite not having his power anymore. He founded Casterrix. He saw many brave warriors who followed him, and created an order of Knights. Among them, seven years later, sat Sir Nyran. Another Five years after that, Jalis was killed in battle most horrifically by the savage forces of Lord Zattiri. By sheer chance, Nyran was made king, randomly selected by the order. Nyran sent Heralds riding past the ranks, sending word to other countries that there was to be a meeting in Haven, to discuss the disorder of this world. Now he stood in its borders, waiting.