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Hi there, as you can see, you have been accepted onto the server! Well done on your application, you’re doing great! Welcome to the wonderful community of LotC! To get started, The server IP is mc.lotc.co The server is 1.18.2 - 1.19.3 I suggest going to tutorial island or do; /creq Can a Wilven come assist me? Here are some links to help you start out! x3 Settlement Guides Nations & Major Settlements If you need help, Feel free to contact me via the forums or my discord Kaptainscarlet. I’m often online, so you can message me with /msg Kaptainscarlet to find me in game. If I’m not around You can always do /creq with your questions or you can also use the LotC Discord which is right here! : Discord I recommend going to the New player’s category, going to help chat. Pining @Community team saying “I’m new and would like a run down on the server!” If I or another team member can not be reached. Lastly, here is the new player hub, I recommend you look over it! New player hub Another New Player Guide Have fun role playing! :D

Grave Requiem You awake in a place of shadows.. Darkness Eternal stretching out in all directions.. A choir of voices, discordant in nature, shifting between tones fills your ears. There is a feeling of intense dread. It clutches at your heart, an immense weight upon your soul. "Do not be afraid.." The voices do nothing to soothe your fear.. Before you sits a skull of ivory white bone, its hollow sockets staring back at you with an abyssal darkness within. "Submit.. Child.." An ephemeral hand reaches forth, radiant light filling your vision for but a moment as that luminescent hand grasps at your face. It vanishes in a puff of orange mist as you drop to your knees and begin to crawl.. Was there any chance of escape? "Be at rest.." Another voice, singular.. calming.. An ephemeral net binds you, restricting body and mind alike.. Your vision begins to fade as that Ivory Skull stares back at you, lifeless. The sound of chains in the back of your mind is the last thing you hear and then the you see it.. the last thing you will ever see. The Skull is consumed by a pale spectral flame. Soul and Bone unified as your vision fades to black.

TO THE IMPERIALIST YOKAI-DOGS FROM THE GRUBBERMENT IN EXILE: THE GRUB-BUCKET WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU FOR DINNER! "To struggle is righteous. A people who are without the means to live peacefully shall wage tireless war to achieve them!" -Shugo Kato 'Uncle O' Oijin

Within Mul'naar did Sand pour another drink in remembrance. He'd rubbed his head from a throbbing headache, withdrawl from his favourite franchise. He'd only eaten there once, and afterward, nothing was the same. He stated, while melancholy, in rumination about how his favorite food place was now gone. "Everything since then has just been one big disappointment."

To those that resided in Mul'naar, all that could be heard throughout the day were various screams of agony, thrashing, and general sounds of anger. A certain Volk seemed to be very unhappy with the new infernal ownership of his favourite franchise.

Following the recent acquisition by the demonic hordes of Hexicanium the Grub bucket is now under the control of the Warlock Chef Tezellionuth. It shall henceforth be called the Gut-Bucket, and our brand new menu will be available for your tasting pleasure! To all dark forces: Try our new Idiot Sandwich, with authentic toasted idiot brains stuffed between two loaves of bread, cultivated and flavored with the blood of my enemies! Enjoy Malflame grilled descendants and other local Mozstrimoza delicacies imported to Koyo-Kuni for all of your grub centric needs! Partake in our delectable fusion of Oyashiman and Demon culture with delights such as Spleen Sashimi! Come to the Gut Bucket the first of our chain to linger within the mortal realms under the banner of Hells Kitchen! Udax of the Azulytes Head Chef of the Gut Bucket

Gallio Grandaxe went to see the new city that had been built, as he nodded with a smile at the sight of the beautiful scenery. He quite liked the nature, though still despised the different bugs crawling around.

A young mossy woman hobbled her goods and straw bed towards the new land of Hefrumm!

Happy Easter :)

Happy Easter Bro. Viva Christo Rey!

Margaid'Dorn brushed the dirt off his shoulders, having spent endless months chopping and hauling wood for the new village.

Completion of the new Village! For too long the citizens of Hefrumm have lived, cramped upon the cliffs of Urguan’s Capital city. The freedom of the forests and of open lands escape us no longer - however. The creation of our new village is complete! After many years of work by construction crews and druidic magics, we finally may find ourselves at home in our new lands! Some small construction projects remain, along with some work to nurture the forest, but the village is now open! Citizens of Hefrumm, it is time to travel the short distance to the east to choose our new homes in the village. Taxes will be suspended until most of our folk have been settled into their homes - and the new document is created. Seek out myself or Margaid’Dorn, if any questions arise as to where our new home is located, or otherwise. Narvak oz Anbella, Narvak oz Hefrumm, Narvak oz Urguan Brathmordakin Guide ᚾᚨᚱᚢᚨᚲ ᛟᛉ ᚨᚾᛒᛖᛚᛚᚨ, ᚾᚨᚱᚢᚨᚲ ᛟᛉ ᚺᛖᚠᚱᚢᛗᛗ, ᚾᚨᚱᚢᚨᚲ ᛟᛉ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚷᚢᛁᛞᛖ Tuzic the Ember, High Chief of Hefrumm, Seer of Hefrumm, Servant of Anbella

CONTEMPLATIONS IN HOARFROST Anxious toes stood on the precipice of rimestruck lake, teetering on the edge of the waters. Already, an errant elf could feel the chilling burn on the soles of his feet. To the side his belongings were laid- a hat and a simple bag, his linen shirt folded neat and dry inside. With boots clipped under-arm, the errant man waded into the water with a hitched gasp as frost ran up his spine. The water welcomed the elf with all the grace of innumerable frozen pins boring into the bark of his bones, each stroke a step deeper into torture. The chill was a weight on his chest, chilling his lungs and stoppering his his ragged breath. His goal stood in the center of the frozen lake, a dry bar where he was to sit. After his labor through the bitter, biting water, panicked fingers grasped for frozen earth, clawing to remove himself from the agonizing drink. All the while, the question he was bade to consider rang in his mind. He was to wait to ruminate until he’d reached his perch at the water’s center, but the elf was taken by a wandering mind. He had given thought to the Um’ei his entire journey, during each stroke across the water. He had mulled over countless answers to the given question; By the teachings of Eresar, why are we? “To endure?” he thought, introspective of himself, huddled and freezing on an islet. But endurance is part of the journey; Asioth was a destination. The man knew one thing for certain; He knew nothing at all. Not what he was, not what he would become. Often, he saw himself as ‘journey’ incarnate, always moving but never coming to settle. The thought clawed at him nearly as much as the biting air at his wet skin. How terrible, it would be, if his tale ended here, if he could do no good by anyone, if he could not be the warrior-erudite he once envisioned himself as. ‘To suffer,’ murmured he, clutching his freezing and soaked form tightly. A bitter laugh fell from his lips as he attempted to make warmth of what breath remained in his lungs. But suffering didn’t feel like Asioth, or what he had read of it. If suffering was Asioth, he had attained it, as the tundric air made his eyelids hang low, each blink longer than the last. Barely could he bid flingers to flick, or arms to lift, only the energy to ponder remained in him. ‘My form will be rendered a block of ice, and I will shatter,’ he thought. The tundra would take him, and he would perish with no amount of pride in his accomplishments. Would he die a novice in all of his pursuits? Would he be broken, and never rebirthed? A chill ran through the elf. Not of ice, but knowledge. His jaw went shifted and went taut at the notion he remembered, glanced betwixt vellum pages; Strange liturgy that seemed to be an auld sage’s nonsensical ramblings. Their mere thought seemed enough to bid his extremities to move, and feet to support him as he stood. The elf leapt back into the murky water with abandon, a pair of boots left lingering on the floating islet, becoming a figment in the distance as his pain wracked body fjorded the water, and pulled itself agonizingly to the snowy shore. He began a limp across a frozen plain, headed towards sweltering stone. His answer would not be spoken to the air, unless first-heard by a waiting master.

"Wonderful. I feel - so important now." Muses Arakawa, newly appointed Vizier of Earth. "I should make up some badges." He then goes back to the renovation of his home, humming happily. "Oh. And a sufficiently long signature."

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