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Luis strode a few paces behind Santana. He had not met the man, but he had heard some of his now wife's worries and complaints. He had promised support, after all. "May he rest peace," he muttered to the skies as he guided Santana to sit besides him, and allowed her to mull over, and vent her frustrations in comfort.

Sofiele sat in silence, for some reason. Her memory became foggy. However hearing that Dimtry died in battle, knowing what kind of fighter he is. Her anger grew. In grief, she rose her gaze. Amongst her illusion of the challenges others have left he too joined it. She saw them all. She saw Dimitri. “Foward… For God- For Order.”

So I really don't know what to write here, or how to write a farewell to a server of people who I've interacted with on varying levels. I guess I'll just type my heart out? I joined LOTC at the beginning of covid, my old account dates back to June 18, 2020. When I first joined the server as a wandering soul I was watching an eventline for the Haense HRA. Though I did not hear any of the emotes, I enjoyed watching them all file out to a camp as wool blocks got put up and taken down. So when I officially got whitelisted, the CT member brought me to Haense! Granted I think it was closer to night hours, yet I still met another player. chezzygarlik was the first player I met, and funny enough became like a brother to my character "A man in a cowboy hat and southern drawl greeted her, and invited her into his home for supper while talking about her plans." Till yesterday (5/30/24) I still had his double back serrated knifes that his character gifted to mine. That is almost 4 years of keeping a set of twin blades safe. You could say I got attached to the items, and I did, as I did it for every character of mine. I kept some of the food items Althea (my first char) made, and gave it to a friend of hers that is still kicking. From my second (female) character, Aeira Mondblume I didn't have much of a plan for her besides let her be a little devil. Of course, she had a partner in crime Klaus Mackenson (InkGolem) who did questionable things together in their insanity. Love blossomed, she was gifted a promise ring, then soured, then he vanished (for ooc reasons I will not discuss). Aeira was on her own, her parents dead and siblings gone as well. Relying on her adoptive mother, she soon met a face she hadn't seen in years. Cedric Barclay, the cousin to the head of the Barclay household whom she was friends with for a while. He gifted her a golden kazoo, a memento to her childhood of leading a charge of men with her magnificent kazoo skills. Soon enough, they got married, 'bear's basket' wedding ring tied to her. The next few characters are a haze, mostly short lived chars that I made items from but didn't really get their own story. Flower Boquets, travel bags, written books, items that would never see the light of day outside of my home or inventory. Just something that I could keep to remember each character and parts of their life. To all the players I've interacted with, I'm listing you out because you all shaped me into the roleplayer I am and partially into the person I have oocly became. @ColdestPepsi@Coolcod77@Gandhi@Miniguy15736@Fionn__TWG(The Goat) @THEENTIRITYOFHOUSEBARCLAY @Willa Lupus@Lmcfc@MeteorDragon@tadabug2000@Diaolos@Harald @uarehere@Zevenity@Sandman_Plays@Wizry@Wolfey34@rep2k@erictafoya@Mio@TheosVult@0zark@Limo_man@Frymark@Jameson_h@1_Language_1@Buck@Cheezzy_Garlik and to everyone else who has already left the server or I couldn't find your @ . Thank you for being apart of my 4 year experience on LOTC. I really hope that my career in the navy goes well, and I hope it gives me some time to be able to come back one day. May the road rise up to meet you, and may the wind always be at your back.

Tech people might be the heroes of the server. They are like a roadie... but tyty for this Mika

This guide is absolutely incredible... Scrolls down ... Yep ...

My hero.. @Llir So it may be ease to find- could pin it somewhere?

From Portoregne, a messenger made their way towards the inn. After ascending to the highest levels, a knock came at the Margrave's door. Jose Fuentes opened it and received the message, a frown coming upon him. "Another one who will be solidified into Hyspian History. Que Dios bendiga su sol."

[!] The Sovereign seemed to fall into silence, the palace was quiet, it had been a while since Ramona and Dimitri had spoken. Upon a missive informing her of her husbands death, there was an eerie stillness in the halls. Words could not be found nor console the woman who seemed to have replaced the bright red's and blues of gowns and drapes, instead drawing clothes of black cloth and veils of sheer gray. The Monarchs echoed silence spoke more than words. Dimitri had been the one love who truly filled halls with bliss and warmed the rooms with a bright light. Grown into their age, he had been a constant. There was nothing to replace that. There would never be. "Que estés bien mi amor. ." Words whispered on a woman's lips who seemed to look at the portraits of the duo reigning her halls "Cuidate"

This is great, thanks so much for this! Pinned!

Atsuko awoke in a startle with shaken breath did she rise, taking blades to her hip, donning her armor and placing reed betwixt her teeth. Stepping past the checkpoint she donned kasa and paced offward, the wayfarer would persist. She wandered until her mind was clear once more, "What a terrible day to be Samurai. . ." thought the Onna Musha.

Dimitri's daughter, Santana, stared at the will with nothing more than the barest hint of pain her in eyes. Not grief, not remorse, not even anger. She set the writ aside to move towards the balcony. "All that effort, and for what?" A slow exhale escaped the princess. For all their arguments, dinners alone without a parent in sight, and the long nights alone stewing over his decisions as a parent, she would still mourn him- in her own way.

Renata Alba looked over the missive. Her Uncles death was announced, on the very day of her wedding, and Dimitris own daughters wedding. A cursed time, certainly - for such a joyous day to be saddened by such news. She sat within her quarters, having set herself at her desk amidst flickering candle light. A lady-in-waiting, one different to her usual, would provide her a glass of warm milk with softly ushered words. Renata ignored the woman for the most part, folding the missive as she put out the candle before her. "Rest in peace, Tio."

Fleur Halcourt held the notice in her hand, her fingers trembling as she read over the words in disbelief. "Non Non, this is not happening" the princes old ward was in disbelief.

This is really cool to see! Just a heads up from what I remember #W can be heard with in 2-3 blocks around you #Q can be heard within 8 blocks, #RP is 20-24 blocks and #S is 64 blocks around you. That's just going off my old ct notes, I am unsure if it has changed.

Shamil would receive news, and simply place his hands into his face and wept, For a great man had perished, and a good teacher and friend, he made dua to Allah for his forgiveness and entrance into seven skies, and only wished he was able to say a proper goodbye after his peoples eviction from Hyspia. "Goodbye Ya Sahibi, May Allah reward you a great home in Paradise, I hope your family will continue to honor you as a man of their word, and standing on the principles of fairness. Ininna li-llahi Wa-Inna Ilayhi Raji'un, From Allah We come, and to him we shall return.."

Arathor paces back and forth for some time following his wakening. He betrays little emotion in public, but in the privacy of his room in whatever dingy inn he finds himself, his distress is plain. Eventually, after about an hours silent pacing, he sits on the edge of his cot, rubbing his face, and repeating to himself: "One thing at a time... One thing at a time."

Issued by the Viscounty of Krusev c. 532 E.S. It is with great sadness that House Kortrevich announces the death of Prince Dimitri Otto de Pelear, formally Dimitri Otto Kortrevich. Dimitri was a much-loved member of House Kortrevich who served the family with duty and honour for many years before joining House de Pelear to be their consort and lead the Sovereignty of Hyspia with dignity and loyalty. He will be missed by many friends and family members. May he be at rest in the Seven Skies. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ Attached is the final will and testament of Dimitri Otto. THE HONOURABLE, ERIK OTTO KORTREIVCH Viscount of Krusev, Baron of Koravia, Lord of Fort Ileana, Lord Captain of ve Bykursain HER LADYSHIP, EMMA MARIYA AMADOR Royal Physician of Hanseti-Ruska HER ROYAL EXCELLENCY, DAME GWENYTH ‘THE UNYIELDING’ CALLISTA VILAC VUILLER, Constable of The Royal Balianese Duana, Marshal of the Regiment of Saint Lothar, Lady Sentinel of The Royal Sentinels, Garrison Commander of Fort Demetrio, Cavalier of The Order of Saint Michael

Casreus, stirring in the night, awoke from his restless sleep. His breath raced, labouring him as the wheeze plagued his lungs which a bronzed hand rested over. He rose from bed, stepping outside upon that cold mountainside and rested. His breathing slowed; a practice he had always done, even if involuntary, as he tried to calm the ailed mind that assailed his own. He grunted; there was no peace, not in his mind, his heart, or the lord that granted him that power. He took his stave in hand, striking at the target-dummy with a grunt. Another strike- another strike- another strike. The mountainside trees swayed in the frigid night wind plagued by the sounds of wood striking wood until the morning sun came to rise.

"Well that just happened." Said Takemura.

“Ka-Ka-Ka!” cackles an old Templar beneath a Sakura. “Two tyrants collide … Machiman invokes Victor’s Justice. Kimari da; let us see if the upstart can shake the heavens.” ((Can’t spoiler yet on phone but if you’re quipping on a rare Malch post you’re contributing to the death of the MA and it’s culture

A Templar awakened, before making his way to the mountains between Urguan and the Vale, and stared at the setting of the sun. He disagreed that this was a duel of the Courageous - for Ruin and Order clashed, both in declaring itself for the servitude for all of Man. One within the Sunlit Path; the other within Azdromoth's plans and schemes. The man began to observe the ocean. Both parties had broken oaths; both parties had broken bonds; both parties had broken the Dogma of Courage. He'd breath a moment, beginning to form a white, pulsating light into his left palm - and made his decision. One way or another, the world would be changed. It was within this change that the Descendants' and the Archaengul, Malchediael, would reign in supremacy - else the Heavens would remain derisive to Man and their brilliance.