ronin_champloo

wtf? mentalism wasnt accepted?? but i thought u were using ur spell on me????

This is incredibly overpowered, there's a lot of issues that I can already see with this. An example: A single strike with a mace - with this spell - can easily one-shot an opponent, now couple that along with weapons are heavy like Pure-Carbarum (Which already weights thrice that of steel. With a Pure-Carbarum Mace, and a T5 Enhanced blow -- It'll deal a strike 9 times the weight of steel.) Redlines are vague and super uninspired. This is a broken mess, I'm afraid. I suggest that you focus on granting this piece more flavor and whatnot, rather than focusing on just making another 'combat magic'. Edit: Pure-Carbarum is 3x the weight of steel.

day 2 of my ban, my addiction of lotc is slowly going away- but thats a bad thing, i need to grind 24/7 to pay off my mortgage in haense. please save me from brazil

give me rep

✦ I just wanted to take some time here to mention my immediate concerns going into the review process. ➣ This is a toolbox magic! It joins Transfiguration as a counterpart, having lots of individual moving parts that do different things. If the feeling is that there are too many moving parts, let me know. ➣ Slotting might be an issue. If this needs to be upped, or if people would like the garden portion to be split off as a feat, I’d be up for that. Whatever works best. ➣ Specifically with Radiance in mind, I am unsure whether or not it should have any effect on Voidstalkers, along with all the other anti-Horror bits and bobs in here. Insight would be appreciated here. ➣ A quick note; on occasion, I refer both to “Horrors and Celestials”, despite knowing that they are one in the same. I understand and make no attempt to overturn the idea that Celestials are a kind of Voidal Horror, I merely mean to point out the difference between Celestials and all other horrors.

fists are p cool, no one ever expects my full-plated guy to start brawling when he loses his weapons

no monkee, no 8.0.

nice rep farm

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give me rep edit: holy ****, im getting pinged by all nations now

halflings continue to be the lotc endgame

UNTIL NEXT TIME -=-=- [!] A tiding of magpies soaring over Helena. Soon thereafter, a collective of missives would flutter down to the roofs and streets like fallen snow- a cryptic message nestled within; Greetings and salutations, denizens of Helena. We’ve come to you with this message to bring attention to ourselves. As some of you may have noticed by now- we’ve taken quite the trip around your royal capital- the Novellen Palace; therefore, we come to you now to make our presence known. We are simply unenchanted by the challenges we’ve been faced up until now. We’ve spared you bits and pieces to pick up so that you can reconcile in what we have left you. -=-=- [!] An alarming sight, half of Peter III’s armor has been stolen. [!] The Crown of Arethor, failing to meet the moonlight. -=-=- Your history is naught but a test for us, becoming one with our own history. This is not a threat, nor a greeting, but rather a farewell. Should we meet again, we’ll be hoping that you’ll be providing a greater challenge. Until the fates should find our paths intertwining once more, - The Black Ring OOC NOTE: I'm posting this on behalf of the players who've stolen the items to stop potential metagaming!

accidentally drops book infront of b3ast_mod "a-ah, what a coincidence to meet yo-you here!" gulps nervously "s-so i see that you're an ar-artist??" wipes sweat atop of 5head "well, if you're looking f-for characters-" stutters cooly, in a way that makes people want to give him free art "y-you can use m-mine!!" blushes like anime girl https://imgur.com/a/lJGsV3o

"god, i wish i could read" says a certain homeless street urchin as he peered onto the poster

THIS QUIET DAY -=-=- View of the sea at night, 1873 - Ivan Aivazovsky -=-=- The rain trickled like dribbling thoughts, splashing onto the floor like specks of stardust. The droplets, akin to voices that tugged onto the man’s mind. The skies; all but a mural, a gentle wash of blue and orange stretched over his sight. Great burning eyes peered from above, starlight - brazen in their glory, flickering vigorously in the night. Amongst the ground laid a blanket of sea, reflecting the pondering back as great streaks of light ran across the surface, twinkling idly in peaceful motions. The sounds, all but mutterings of a chorus as Vulen sat upon a aquamarine blanket. His armor softly clinked in his motions, the noise embraced by the whispers of the rustling leaves. The winds, skipping amongst twilight; a gentle dance amidst this moment of respite. Restless eyes saw the form well, an ardent energy instilled upon the helmetless knight. Upon his veins, an incredible courage and valour. Yet, it wasn’t of choice. A blessing, bestowed upon him. Inscriptions ran over his tanned skin, azure markings woven of pride. To show of his fealty, the promise weaved to his family and his kin; those who mattered to the novice knight. A luminous light bounced off the pigment, yet it didn’t distract him. The man’s gaze was carried over, torn over at the waves - the motions of freedom that nature danced, alluring him over. Vulen’s hand grasped onto his hip, holding over at the scabbard that remained bound upon his side. The burning falchion, forged and wielded with impunity, parted from the string and soon laid against the tree. The bark met the shagreen grip well, the restless blade buzzing with an aura of intensity and unwavering intrepidity. Seduced, he was. The temptation of the blade was well, glorious in the absence of macabre aura. It gave him purpose, a reason to prod onwards. His waking wanderlust quelled by the relic that he had created - he and his kin, those that he pledged fealty towards. Cherish your family well; a thought spoke to him, the jestling voice quelled by uncertainty. The once-humorous tone, cradled by a sense of solitude. He had felt it, perhaps Vulen always did. The sense for more, the exuberant wanderlust that he was a fool for. The man yearned for purpose, for a reason to exist. Other things called now, not just this material blade. His skills and craft were shown, mixed with the pigment of his kin. “..Coming? I’ve some grapes!” His thoughts vanished, torn away as the voice heralded a return from his thinking. He’d wander to the tree once more, no more did moonlight speak to him. The reflections of the sea speaking of the bright, and burning, sun as it’d peer towards the two. Gingerly, Vulen’s hand moved to grasp it once more - strapping it onto his waist. He’d turn his gaze over to the noise, a faint smile adorned. Slowly, did he wander onwards. Perhaps, the man ought to live more in the moment, rather than dwell on the future. He could enjoy his time here, free of his worrying. Upon the blanket laid a pair of leaves, curled and weaved of metal; one blemished in gold, the other cradled in silver. And so he left, rejoicing in this quiet day. -=-=-

(MC Username): Spoon_Prime Character Name: Vulen Hails From (Nation): idk

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THIS ISNT A MEME POST, HEERO'S LOOKING FOR WOMEN. NOT MEMES.

A ZEALOUS REQUEST Issued on 4th of MALIN'S WELCOME, 1794 ______________________________________________________________ Greetings, all to those that may walk this dreary and downtrodded path - to those, meandering along with no reason nor love; a gift is therein offered to you! The individual known as CRUMENA of KAMEES @Heero desires a woman to bear his child. He's a man of many talents, prizes and duties - one of which, a husband. This role can be held, catering to you. Due to living over eight centuries, his standards are very low. Anyone can apply, and be the Mistress of Kamees. ______________________________________________________________ Crumena, in his younger days, having no woman besides him. Will you be that dame? ______________________________________________________________ FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO TAKE THIS REQUEST, THE CERTAIN CRITERIA MUST BE MADE: Be fertile, for this Paladin yearns for a child - a young-ling to train and care for. Be nurturing and strong enough to stop a suicidal paladin - Crumena is an old man, yet the fires of his youth still remain. A high elf. WHAT YOU WILL RECIEVE: A warm bed. GLORY in the light of Xan. The opportunity to carry his child for eight months. ______________________________________________________________ Crumena, having fought his entire life, needs a woman. Any woman, as long as they're of a high elven descent. Crumena, the Sage of Kamees. He doesn't wish to be horny, he yearns to be happy. ______________________________________________________________ OOC NOTE!!! - FEMALES OF LOTC, HEERO has both a BLUE TAG and a GREEN TAG to suit your every need!

Vulen stumbles along the dreary path, his boots trenching amidst the cold and drenched soil. He continues, a slight exuberance about him, forever consumed by his aching wanderlust - the day awaits, where his fealty is proven and shown.

[!] A letter, held by a hawk, would search for the caravan - granting the letter, if allowed. "Hail, compatriot. May I be granted entrance to your venture, only in camaraderie will you have aid. As such, my blade and mind are yours if you've the allowance for such. If I'm allowed to join you, I'd be joyous and honoured; willing to uphold my creeds to the upmost faith. Should you wish to meet me, please state a time and location. I'll be there. - Vulen."