Epistile

oh nah

21 minutes ago, Gridlock said:

If something an internet troll told you five years ago seriously traumatized you, you should not be on the internet. 

Kids these days have not been in enough CoD MW2 xbox lobbies and it shows.

 

On a serious note, what he said is bad and all. But it's a long time ago and you decided to unban him. You should have either stood by that decision or not have unbanned him at all. Huge fault on the staff in this situation, regardles of which side of the fence you are on. It goes to show once more how the LOTC staff are set up entirely wrong. Justice should not know personal preferences and it clearly does on this server. It may be time to review the way we have this server moderated.

you are goofy

What's your favorite niche of RP?

I really enjoy high-fantasy themes that typically follow a dark and grim story. 
 

Who is someone you admire or look up to on LOTC, whether or not they play anymore?
 

A few people that have made a tremendous impact in my experience on lotc are @clonky @un-w(Of course you) @oliviaaaahr  @armajesty @MunaZaldrizoti@doreebear @Shmeepicus

But I cannot forget the people who have been my friends along the way. @Wet_bones_ @Cally @GlassySkies @Junoix @Lockages @Phersades  @H3nree @slug  and many, many more 

What's your most memorable RP encounter?
 

There was some rp my main character was involved in, involving Unwillingly and Fang. Someone in Fenn had killed Fenn’s character, close to the beginning of its resurgence on Almaris. There was a large trial, and a very successful event and put in a pretty good narrative for a ton of peoples characters. 

What's your favorite place to RP at?

Right now it is probably Chateau Ronam. Shoutout Lockages. 

Why do you enjoy the current community you play in?

The current community I roleplay with have been the most friendly and welcoming group of people I’ve encountered on this server. Their ability to facilitate meaningful roleplay and still keep a relatively positive outlook both ICly and OOCly have kept me rolling with this group for about a year now. 
 

How has LOTC grown and developed since you first started playing?
 

I must admit, I’m a fairly newer player. I hit my three year mark about three weeks ago, and it really set it stone how much I have experienced since then. I’ve only been rping on two maps, and with a rich lore and always improving ideas the community in general has grown. There has been a fair share of trials and tribulations the server has faced, but the community has always persevered through them. 

walkies when

fa is hidden :-)

An unkempt man chewed the inside of his cheek, eyes trailing over to the woman whom sat across the table “This shall be exciting.”

let me elven roleplay in peace egirl

i am going to edit this and fix it a bit to actually give some of my personal opinions about this post

i honestly don't think FTB'ing is the problem we are currently facing on the server right now. if you want to make an argument removing FTBs will make the server safe; quite frankly, it won't. 

actual change will only come once the moderation and admins we're putting in those positions actually take a stand against the grooming and p*dophilia problem taking place on the server right now. there have been modreqs made about explicit content being emoted towards minors that have gone straight ignored  by the mod team. we get that these people are in volunteer positions, but there is no reason why actions like this should go ignored.

please do better.

shut up gay 

auction over

Ryunthur clasped his hands around the hilt of his waraxe, the blade of his weapon glistening in the dimly lit lanternlight. The dame which accompanied him smoked on her cigar, the smoke tendrils leaving her mouth being illuminated in that same light. Under hushed voices, they discussed the recent events which had taken place, the tragedies that had separated Ryunthur from his brother. There was only one solution they could come up with in dealing with this problem.

It was death. Darcassan must die.

r

The Huntsman shook his head slightly, disagreeing with such unfortunate news. 

Skin Auction

Hi! This is a skin auction collab between myself and @ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ

We’ve been working on these skins for quite some time and have decided to do a skin auction

This will be both a USD & Mina auction.

Auction starts today, 12/20/21

The auction will end 12/27/21

(1 Week)

Rules

Bids start at 200 Minas

Minimum bid increments of 50 Minas

USD Bids start at $5

Minimum bid increments of 3$

When bidding, post a new reply instead of editing it

If you have any questions or comments, do not spam the reply section. Instead, DM either me or Unwillingly

Epistile#6969

un-w#9099

If for some reason we are not able to contact you through DM on discord, the skin will be given to the next highest bidder.

Bid Format:

Discord:

Bid:

Skin Name:

Scout (Steve)

Squalor (Steve)

Steadfast (Steve)

Marksman (Steve)

Seaside (Alex)

Cream (Alex)

Fur (Alex)

Willow (Alex)

Flame (Alex)

“As His Holiness, High Pontiff Everard VI once was a monk, there are vows that must be taken. The vow of poverty does not only apply to the holy men who dedicate their lives to the church as a monk, but to His Holiness as well. Land will not suffice for the heinous crimes, nor the sacrilegious fighting within San Luciano’s basilica. Was it not also sacrilege to attempt the death of God’s most holy servant? Was it not of utmost sin to throne another and notice him as the true Pontiff? Land will not compensate for sin, and those true to God would’ve offered the church land many moons ago upon ascension to the throne.” A large man contemplates, hoping to be answered soon enough.

yea

good video, thank you for opening up dialogue on things that go unseen

+1

The Former Ilathdyn grinned at the sight of the parchment, wondering what trouble his Brother wished to cause now. 

no!! don't call me out for being absolutely scared of nothing because i'm super strong and cool

really gonna miss you bro

keep in touch

Upon entering the large room shared betwixt Kindrel and Ryunthur, the huntsman slowly crept over to the cradle he constructed prior to this moment. He gently placed the babe within the blankets he had spread out, the tiny infant sprawling around to become accustomed to where he was placed. Ryunthur watched for a few moments, slowly rocking his bed in order to get Ibram to fall asleep. Once he watched his eyes close, the Araaloq moved over to the bed. A tear began to roll down his cheek as he looked at the messy room, the fur pelts used to cover up on the cold nights slightly hanging off either sides of the bed. A hand reached beneath one of the small crevices of the bed frame.

began to fumble with the locks of the chest he pulled from beneath, undoing each metallic latch keeping the top closed. Once opened, he reached inside to take out a bottle; Rum. Oh, how he missed the sweet taste of Rum on his lips. A replacement for the fresh hole left in him; A piece of him gone. His hands quickly moved to uncork the dark glass, throwing the wooden cap toward the wall. Ryunthur's head cocked back, his mouth placing itself against the lips of the bottle, consuming its contents. A few minutes pass by, and the bottle is empty. All the while he drank, tears continued to stream down from his face, his quiet sobs the only noise within their room. A melancholy feeling settled in over his body, sorrow now taking hold. She's dead.

He told himself that the rum burning in his chest was a kiss goodnight, memories about the smoke tendrils whispering off her lips, how beautiful they were, like the aching arms of  Wyvrun he wanted them to be.

"I clung onto you so that something human might exist in this chaos."

this is well written. i love it! :-) 

The Eye returned back to Saeval empty handed, the scrolls he was commanded to deliver no longer within the grasp of his cold digits. 

The Eye gathered flowers from a nearby bush, bringing the  bouquet back to his small hideaway underground. Around a piece of tattered cloth, the flowers were laid. The names “MOUTH & VOICE” carved into the stone above its resting spot.

The Huntsman held the missive within his hands, quickly crumbling up the parchment after digesting its contents. A frown came upon his face, the Araaloq's one beloved becoming subject to hunting by his brothers and sisters. 

pog plus one

love u noz