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    Thanks for hanging on, and welcome to LoTC! Upon being accepted, your account will be automatically whitelisted and you should be able to log in right away. If you require any assistance, PM me over the forums, on Discord (reko#7767) or catch me in-game under the username rwk0. Consider joining the New Player Discord to connect with the community, and remember to look over the New Player Guide. Happy roleplaying!
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    ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  Yay! You did it!  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ On behalf of the server and Community Team members, I’d like to welcome you to LOTC! As soon as this is posted, you should be whitelisted onto the server. Contact me or make an /creq if there are any issues with whitelisting or similar. Feel free to browse the Wiki, and you can also join our New Player Discord, which is a beautiful place where you can ask questions to our various staff teams, meet other server players, and learn about new roleplay opportunities for all character races! The new player discord is a great help in getting you situated into our server. I hope you enjoy your time on the server, and if you ever have any questions or need help, please feel free to contact me here on the forums, through my discord (Tigergiri#0744), or by /msg Wholesomerp in-game. Upon your arrival to Arcas, the monks from Cloud Temple will be there to guide you towards your desired destiny. Happy Roleplaying!
  10. The Journey of Shakul’Gorkil It had been ages since he'd last seen another of his kin. Was he the only one left in this frozen wasteland? Furs adorned his body, layer upon layer of mammoth, rabbit, deer, and any other kind of fur he could get his hands on covering his body. He'd lost track of how many Vaeyl he had slain outside of his once sandy, hot, arid, cave, only that he'd suffered since the memo of his nation's departure had not reached his cave, the messenger likely silenced by the continual ringing of the hammerstroke on his latest masterwork. A year before and 3 following the evacuation of Atlas, Shakul'Gorkil laboured tirelessly at the Forge of Azog on reforging the Black Hammer of Gorkil, the hammer he'd wielded since he was a kub on the sands of Vailor when he was known by a different name. He'd just mounted the boar-faced head onto the haft when the snows began to set in, when he'd noticed that the goi his people once called home was abandoned. He'd already taken to hunting various beasts in the desert, but he'd noticed a rather dramatic change; The coyotes and dire wolves had fled the deserts, the nullers remained beneath the sands, never to rise and torment him again, the desert tortoises and wild jabbernaks had disappeared, and the vultures no longer circled overhead. In their place, great hairy northern creatures - grizzlies, mammoths, elk, moose - had begun to appear, beasts he was familiar with from his ranging in the mountains of the unfinished San'Gorka. Anticipating the later colds, his stockpile of furs and hides began long before the snows began to rise above the low rock walls that surrounded his cave, long before the entrance was regularly blocked by a cascade of snows that required ample heat to remove. In these times, Shakul'Gorkil was grateful for the magmatic flow he'd tapped into in order to fuel the forge, grateful that he could take shelter in his cave and cook his latest kill over the scalding heat of the forge. For years, Shakul existed in this barren wasteland, drinking from buckets of melted snow and eating haunches of thawed bear meat. It was some time before he encountered the Vaeyl, a threat that he'd heard of only in the whispers on the wind before the snows began to set in. Often, he'd find himself ambushed by the armour-clad men, and often he'd find himself hauling fresh metal - and often, fresh meat - to the forge. He was beyond certain that he would die in this frozen wasteland, cold and alone, and began to make peace with Krug, with Kor, with the ancestors and immortals that he held dear to him. It was with this desire to make peace with his spirits that he ventured to the Elemental Plane and spoke with Quxlaz, the fire spirit that he'd made a pact with when the rivers flowed and the plains flowered, when he'd made the promise to bring to the world the greatest fire the Mortal Plane had seen, to spread Quxlaz' influence to every hearth in the halls of Krugmar. "You lied. You resign yourself to remain here, in this frozen wasteland and eke out the rest of your days merely living?" the fiery creature's voice shouted in the Old Blah "And for what? Why do you live? What is your purpose? You are a frail, old thing, and you have decieved me." Shakul'Gorkil hung his head in shame, the stinging accusations of the spirit stinging his pride and scalding his resolve. "Mi did nub lie. Mi'z intenzhuns wur-" "Your intentions are not your actions." Quxlaz recognized his words had made their mark. "Now, will you go meekly into Stargush'Stroh, or will you make good on your promise?" Shakul's pride took ahold of him, and when he departed the trance induced by the cactus green he'd smoked, he took naught but the furs on his back, his tool belt, his warhammer, some meat and a torch and left. The trek north was brutal. He was constantly assailed by wild animals, the Vaeyl, and the various other creatures that had come to inhabit Atlas after the cold set in. His body had began to freeze, the snows lashed at his face, and the winds bit into his skin like a hungry pack of wolves, ravenously pursuing their elusive pray, snipping at the parts that dared stray too close. The warmth that the torch provided was minimal, and rather quickly the flames went out, rendering the torch naught but a piece of charred driftwood. Sleep began to seeem like a good option, and the promise that Shakul might wake up to find this entire endeavour was naught but a green-induced dream was beginning to appeal to him. Several outcroppings in the snow-laden rock seemed appealing, but the biting words of Quxlaz nagged at the back of his mind and drove him onwards, a fiery lash driving him forward against his will. He had not slept in days, he had resorted to drinking the blood of his kills in order to stave off dehydration, and he had naught but a general notion of where he was going when he decided to set off north. He passed the ice-encased cities of the past - Haense, Marna, the Cloud Temple, Dunshire - on his trek north, all of which posed as comely distractions to the beleaguered warrior. Were he not an uruk of tougher stuff, were he not a former Rex, were he not a war hero and a survivor, he would've already been dead, and while his metal leg dragged in the snow, the wolves warily watched his every step, and the icy northern crows cackled from frozen boughs above, he continued on in spite of them, driven by his pride, his resolve, and his basic sense of survival. It was pure dumb luck when he happened upon the passageway north, the frozen statues of Atlas' fallen implying their valiant struggle against the Vaeyl on their northern retreat, armors and weapons of all races sticking out of the thick layer of ice that encased their former owners, forgotten by the children of Arcas. It was through this gate that the weary, frostbitten Shakul wandered through, not peering back to view the hellscape that became of the land he was once a leader of. Luck caused him to choose the correct passageways north, and luck caused him to amble past the Vaeyl patrols that monitored the region south of Arcas. Luck and resolve in equal measure brought him, gasping and limping, to the borders of Arcas. He was too distraught to realize that his left hand was dangerously frostbitten and in need of amputation, that two of his toes were on the verge of snapping off, and that all that saved his face from devastation was the thick beard that had set in after years of isolationism. Not realizing the threat had passed, Shakul continued his trek until he reached the Cloud Temple of Arcas and, at its border, he collapsed onto the ground. Cloud Temple monks rushed to his aid and, with their medical expertise, three of his toes, a significant portion of his left arm, and one of his fingers on his right hand were amputated. Shakul was in a catatonic state for months, tended daily by monks and watched over by their monastic order, before, eventually, Shakul woke. The fire in his heart was rekindled, and it was time to release it in the name of Quxlaz.
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    Ever since Sylvin was younger, shes always wanted to be an archer. Her father,was an archer himself, as well was he apart of the military for the Haelun’or military. (guards? I’m not sure, forgive me for that- still trying to learn more about the lore and terms they use. ^^) And she had always looked up to him, He was her inspiration. Unfortunately, he fought in the Coalition War, resulting in his death. Sylvin, being very close to her father, considering her mother had died while giving birth, was devastated, but it drove her to continue practicing her archery, she wants to make her dad proud. As time went on, she found sutica, and she setteled there, for now. Her goal, as of now, is to build relationships, build upon her skill in archery, and to learn more about the world around her. side note; im not the best at retaining information ive read, and my send of time is awful, so i some parts seem to be too spaced out, like the Coaltition War, and the current time period, i can change it. : >
  13. U N I O N T H U L È E N E S U M M A R Y Thule San Entrave: 2 Civilian Infrastructure [20k Credits] Liberté Au-delà: 2 Basic Industry [17k Credits] Research: T1 Civilian Infrastructure [8R, 25/25] Warp Drives [2R] Shipyard: 1 Exploration Vessel [1M] Actions: Sending Corvette and Frigate to Primitive World in Northern Sector Abducting Populations of Small, Isolated Villages from each Empire / Kingdom / Few Largest Tribes Sedated and Transported to Thule San Entrave Captives Held in Simplistic (Bronze-Age-esque) Holding Cells Attempting to Decipher Language of Captives Xenolinguists’ clothes and tech restricted to Bronze-Age level when interacting with Primitives to prevent complete culture shock Genetic and Physiological Research of an Isolated Portion of Captives [3k Credits for Facilities and Research Necessary] Sending Exploration Vessel East to Sector North-East of Capital Searching for Resources, Habitable Worlds, and Alien Life [Blue Outline Arrow is Expl. Vessel, Red is Mil. Fleet] R E S O U R C E S 40.5k [-40k Credits] 9 Labour 16 [-1] Materials 11 Supplies 10 Research 17 Troops Thulean Union Statistics
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  15. Players/Group Requesting: Irrnoir, 4+ What kind of Event are you looking for?: A hunt for a boar, bunnies anything really. Approximately, what time/date you want the Event to take place?: 8pm Gmt June 23rd Organizer's Discord: You may contact either myself Tigergiri#0744 or Peachlova#6617 ❤️
  16. Andrik would spit out his as he sat within the halls of the Prikaz “I’M MARRYING WHO WITH THE WHAT NOW!?”
  17. [!] A letter hangs on the walls of several cities, Haelun’or, Sutica, Llyria, Adria, Curon, Haense, Fenn and Vira’ker. The letter states the following: “Dear Citizen, You have been invited to come to the wedding of Thalia Beigwyn and High Prince Xavis Ashwood! Come down to the Vira’ker on Sun’s Smile of 1721! Please note that those who cause problems will be removed. Yours Truly High Prince Xavis “Igne” Ashwood Thalia Beigwyn” [OOC] This takes place on Sunday the 23rd at 3PM EST, be there of be circular because we are squares. Also, sorry for the lack of picture, I’m bad at finding ones that fit.
  18. THE CHANCELLOR’S REPORT Issued and Confirmed by the Lord Regent Lerald Vyronov 2nd of Snow’s Maiden, 1721 Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, It is with great sadness that I have taken on the responsibilities of the late Lord Regent, Prince Georg Alimar, who has fallen alongside his brother Prince Godfric Alimar as another example of the meaningless bloodshed of this war. They will be remembered for their great service to the realm. I will continue the work on what was previously decreed by the late Lord Regent, including the temporary suspension of the Royal Levy Ban of 1709 and the Infrastructure Bill that recently passed the Royal Duma. I wish to assure the great denizens of our realm that His Majesty’s Royal Government will continue the preperations for defensens with the help of our respected noble houses. In these turbulent times it is of the utmost importance to strenghten the bonds between our loyal vassals and the royal family. Therefore I am announcing two royal betrothals. The first between His Majesty, King Andrik III and Her Ladyship, Katharina Erika Vyronov. The second between His Grace, Duke Viktor Ruthern and Her Highness, Princess Mariya Oliviya Barbanov. They shall marry once they come of age. Furthermore I will be looking to find qualified candidates for the office of Palatine Aspirant and the office of Lord Speaker. Untill the appointment of a new Lord Speaker I shall temporarily lead the Royal Duma myself. May GOD bless His Majesty and the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. IV JOVEO MAAN, His Lordship, Lerald Vyronov, Lord Regent of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, Lord Palatine of the Realm, Count of Graiswald, Baron of Rytsburg, and Protector of the Highlanders 
  19. T H E M O R N I N G K I N G D O M S U M M A R Y [Last Turn] Yonghai: 3 Manufactories [22.5k Gold] Luoyang: 2 Manufactories [15k Gold] New Outpost [5k Gold] [This Turn] New Town Liangjing: 4 Manufactories [30k Gold] 1 Temple [10k Gold] 2 Units T3 Zhizhou Gou [13k Gold] New Outpost [5k Gold] Morning Kingdom Statistics
  20. [!]Flyers would be hanging all around the Princedom of Fenn. A portrait could be spotted of a lady on the flyer itself, with the text ‘MISSING’, right above it along with the ladies name.[!] MISSING “Vuln” [!]Beneath the portrait the following things had been written down:[!] “It has been notified that, Vuln, has been missing from Fenn for a couple of days now. She was supposed to arrive at the public meeting – yet she never arrived.” ”For those who manages to find her - alive and well – will be rewarded with 1.000 minas.” - The Princedom of Fenn
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