Races: Online

There were events both great and small and what mattered to any individual who observed it was figuring which one was important amongst them all. Yes, there was the arrival of the Human representative in the server sixty-nine, something that required an asterisk or dot in perhaps the New Patch Notes.

But if there was anything else that demanded attention?

It was the changing of powers. 

Through some algorithm and careful measurement, candidates were chosen and taken from the entire Universe to be participants in which the entirety of all Beings could gather and come together for an agreement.

So when someone Chosen by the Creators were to resign and actually leave their position? That was a great mark of change.

Universal Chat Server Sixty-Nine

Beastkin(Lamia): I am now officially withdrawing my position here as the representative of my people. Whence any events where to occur about wars, conflicts and other matters… I am now no longer to be blamed.

Demon Lord: ...You're not going to attack the Human territory are you?

Beastkin(Lamia): It is no longer under my authority to make those decisions. If the new leader has decided to do so, my hands are free from such crimes.

Fae: Was the Snake defeated by a Lion?

Mermaid: Um, that sounds a little mean...

Witch: @Mermaid That is the nature of life, a simple cycle of change we must accept and understand. We must congratulate the one who has defeated the Matriarch. I did not realize that out of your own people, someone would rise through the ranks and dethrone you.

Beastkin(Lamia): Wait, just a second—!

High Elf: Has another King of the Beasts arisen from their forests? Then it is within my people's interest to contact you. Perhaps this new King looks for an alliance between those of my people and yours.

Wood Elf: Oof.. I was actually rooting for the Silveres Rabbit Tribe to actually take the title. An underdog as some might say.

Mermaid: That's silly lol

High Elf: I do not get this fool's babble. @Beastkin(Lamia) make your statement and I'll have my people deliver something in honor of the new Beast King

Dwarf: What are ye rooting a prey for? @WoodElf That's completely daft! The Grasher Wolf Tribe has better chances than some rabbit or scaredy cat.

Wood Elf: I would have used the word, ahem, pussy

Demon Lord: [ Has Given A Thumbs Down ]

Witch: [ Has Given A Thumbs Down ]

Gnome: Can the @Moderator block him from the chat?

Wood Elf: Oi! If you're gonna lurk, stay lurking!

Fae: This old kindred of mine's humor is in distaste and as he cannot act his age

High Elf: Acknowledging that the two of you are related is burdensome to admit

Mermaid: Er…

Wood Elf: What? I'm sure @Human would have laughed at it

Demon Lord: The two of you get along for that very matter. The same disgusting ilk, the lot of you

High Elf: I find myself agreeing with someone from the Abyss because of you @WoodElf

Wood Elf: That's like one step closer to Universal Peace—mark and commemorate that one down!

Mermaid: [ Has Taken A Screenshot ]

Mermaid: Oops…

High Elf: *sigh*

Witch: I feel like we are forgetting about some important matter. We've digressed too long from the conversation at hand.

Beastkin(Lamia): I am not aware if this is some prophecy, but even the ones from All-Seeing Eagle Tribe have declared that an individual from the Softpaws Cat Tribe has taken a hold of leading my people… but I will not let them take my place here. Consider it as a changing of powers, because I now only advise my people and give counsel.

Demon Lord: You were vanquished by a pussy from the Softpaws Tribe?

Wood Elf: Now you use my words? I'm hurt.

"What a bunch of idiots." Tierra rolled her eyes as she glanced at the screen in front of her. 

The Tiefling and her two other companions were on horseback, already traveling with haste in order to return to the City of Gloria in order to meet up once again with Han… 

But the amusement of scorning those in the group chat with your companions was a fitting pastime for someone like her. This was the attitude that has made her quite disenchanted with the idea of befriending those of other Races.

Peace? Bullshit.

"What's happening this time?" Lucia looked over her shoulder and glanced at the Tiefling just behind her. The Light Elf did not need to fear losing her balance in her own stallion as Bleu was the one maneuvering it. 

"Well, it seems like one of the people of the Beastkin Tribe has overcome the Creators' Chosen Representative."

"... That's not a trivial matter." Lucia remarked with a deep frown. 

"My own people are all given free reign about their lives," Tierra replied. "I do not enforce my will upon them as the Cre—" The Tiefling caught herself and looked more seriously at her friend. "That is to say, there is nothing wrong from what I can see."

"Your people are… they're just like you, that's all!"

"Look. I understand that those who arrived here first were made Rulers, Conquerors and Leaders around their people to ensure the success and fast progress of their civilizations, but the idea of simply shaping an individual to do something does not bode well with me."

"Chaotic."

"I heard that Bleu!" Tierra glared at the Shadow Elf all covered up from head to toe. "Whoever taught you those terminologies are meant to be burned alive!"

"...It was Odele who taught us about those words meant to classify us on our values." Lucia coughed. "It seems like you truly detest being labeled or described otherwise."

Tierra sighed aloud and shook her head. Despite the common belief that Elves were all a bunch of freedom loving, tree-hugging bunch of archers… the ones that she has met from Lucia to even the High Elf himself was bound to some Elven Council that dictated everything.