|Nov 4, 2020 10:35:12 GMT|
Welcome to the Cradle. Plotting is well on its way, and I'm proud to have found two staff members already: Apollyon and Brave; congrats to you two. There is still one last moderator position open, so you all should be,,,,, fast.
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Aside from that, I'm proud to announce that Nidifice is now open for staff applications. Just go ahead, check the Information board and then PM me with the appropriate form. We're looking for someone who's good with both people and plots, so if you're able to deliver on both fronts, you're in!
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Well. Things are going quite well. I don't know why this update was necessary. I'm just spreading positive vibes- site's still in its infancy, y'know? Hoping for a release on New Year's day.
The Cradle was not born of sorrow, nor bloodshed- it was but, as anyone would have guessed, a dream.
The Facilitator has been around as long as the land has. Never aging, never resting. Their presence was always felt.
Until it wasn't. Suddenly, they simply... didn't reach out. They were dormant for an age. The people said they'd died, and since they simply couldn't control the happenings around the Cradle, others around realised there were no rules. No masters. No order.
Those who took advantage of the situation were deemed monsters and what a surprise- generations later, they were truly the damned beasts that they were made out to be. So much so, in fact, that beings had arranged and formed guilds and groups dedicated to hunting them down.