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Username: TheVoiden Character Name: APA Warlock Affiliation: Empire of Man, Kingdom of Norland Desired Rank Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: The Battle of Eldmyr

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Hello Trinn, this has been quite aggrevating. To be clear, when someone does something objectionable to just about everyone, the reaction of memes, hate, and general frustration, is in fact, feedback. Sorry that we might be hurting his feelings.

Very cool. Now ignore all that. Fix the server infrastructure first. Literally none of this matters until we can have a warclaim that doesn't mysteriously lag out. Revisit looking at this when that's done first.

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(You must be part of the Age of Dragons, The Mountain event line, Solgaard group, to have access to this report.) Age Of Dragons, The Mountain, Part One “The Conan-Thegn? Like.. The man who wears a wolf's pelt, that Conan?” -Pierce Bishop Begin Log Unit APA Warlock 9th of Snow’s Maiden, Year 207, Second Age Location: Thalandir’s Mountain Unit APA Warlock is dispatched to escort the Organization.Sólgaard in navigating a previously unexplored mountain. Current DATA indicates a widespread infestation of malevolent, supernatural forces. The journey is expected to take place over the course of years, which has necessitated the procurement of significant supplies and logistics, which have been organized by Entity.Ally(s), Entity.Clover, and, Entity.Ljufvina. This Journey is prompted by High Threat Entity.Thalandir, who appears interested in our progress and hopeful in our success. However, we have concluded that we are not the first nor currently the only party sent to explore this path. Entity.Thalandir offers assistance in basic navigational DATA, which can only be concluded from firsthand experience. Current theory dictates that Entity.Thalandir is throwing as many capable descendants at the problem as possible in the hopes that one of them succeeds. This arrangement is acceptable. “Do you want me to kill you?” It questioned, in retort, but still, its voice remain that one intone: joy. Our ascent into the mountains started with the passage of several days. We have granted Entity.Beowulf the use of the normally reclusive Entity.Cerberus to assist in pulling the sleds, while We guide Entity.GR-0ND in pulling one of the cargo sleds. Entity.Shelob, and her Court, have joined Us, as has Iron-Wing. These first few days were mostly uneventful. Entity.Shelob and her court busied themselves in correcting their hierarchy when they were not policing the provisions against rodents and scavengers. (Two foxes are added to Entity.Shelob’s kill count, after they attempted to make off with a plucked and salted chicken, much to Entity.Ljufvina’s dismay.) Entity.Iron-Wing has enjoyed the chance to soar high and far, reporting on navigational DATA to us and, by extension, the party. He has enjoyed his time amongst the party and continues to sing as we compile this report internally. Entity.Haraldr has attempted to strike him with rolls of cloth after one night of a particularly long session, and Entity.Iron-Wing now occasionally enjoys mocking him in chirp speech—not that Entity.Haraldr understands. Entity.GR-0ND is. . . Entity.GR-0ND. Approaching the foot of the mountain range, the party has finally begun to encounter the more supernatural threats of this realm. We have not been able to discern this personally. We suspect our collective lack of a soul leaves us deaf to these sensations, but observation of other Party Members concludes that there is a genuine sensation from straying too far into the dark or off the road. We then encountered. . . Entity.Brother-Snow measures approximately three feet and five inches to around four feet. Local geographic conditions make it difficult to discern his height, as he blends in with his surroundings. In contrast, appearing to display good cheer and joy and offering practical advice to navigate the mountain, Entity.Brother-Snow’s syntax shows a vicious streak at the suggestion of ignoring its advice or particularly foolish suggestions. Most of its advice boils down to one prime directive. Stay on the road. Do not leave the road. Aethelwulf left the road. There was a puffy nose that sprouted from the shrubbery of the path, its nose, tuft, and its fur, wild and billowing. Carvings, old, aged, and glistening blue-hues, gleamed from its large, robust body. The bear's face was marred by spindly shards of ice, and its claws were besmirched by transparent coats of frost. Slowly, it traversed, pushing its body against the nearby trees, unwinding them from its roots. We were ambushed from behind. A large dire bear, infused with ice befitting its surroundings, appeared to take umbrage to our presence when Aethelwulf strayed into the hillside. The creature's size easily dwarfed a halfling’s house, its strength enough to casually uproot trees of significant age. Despite this ambush, our party prepared to engage the threat in good order. Entity.Haraldr attempted to confront the beast head-on, blocking its claws with a swing of their Carbarum. Sif attempted to flank the creature on the right, while We attempted to flank the left while mounted atop GR-0ND. The Bear then attempted to overpower Entity.Haraldr through physical might, but Faenor conjured a earth barrier to intercept the bear. Soon after, the rest of the party began to engage the creature at range with bolt and stone. The engagement was unexpectedly short, however with the time bought for him by the rest of the party, Entity.Conan twisted the bear’s form into that of a dog, a vastly inferior body. Unfortunately, Entity.Hera took this to mean the threat was over, and approached in an unguarded manner. The Dog-Bear attempted to pounce upon her, and she was saved from a mauling when Entity.Faenor decapitated the creature. The body did not stay, melting into icy goop. Ljúfvina silently sat before the fire, beginning to saw away at a chunk of whale meat. She sought to begin and make slabs of meat akin to bacon, using a flat stone to begin and lay it out near the flames. The party is now encamped and fortified along a hillside. Entity.Ljufvina busies herself to prepare provisions and organize our logistics. Entity.Hundr and Entity.Haraldr meditates and trade stories between elder and youth, and much of the rest of the camp has gathered around the fires to play poker. Shelob’s court is once again policing the rations against rodents and wildlife- Our smaller cousins have more than once swatted an Owl aside when they crossed paths, though just as often they have themselves been knocked out of the trees with a swipe of a wing, much to Entity.Hera’s surprise when one landed in front of her, screeching. There are a few exceptions. Entity.Francoise and Entity.Beowulf are excused from camp duties. Thanks to them, our forays into the surrounding wilderness have netted us considerable data concerning our locale, but at a physical cost to them, through means we did not witness or do not understand enough to form an accurate conclusion. We occupy ourselves with either physical labor or night watch. The cold does not bother us, and our processes are unassailed by whatever supernatural fears plague the others in the dark. A few of our nights have been spent nestled in the snow amongst mammoth furs, hidden by a bowie cloak, arbalest trained on the dark. We’ll be on the move again soon.

In Memory of AlienPebbles On Sunday, October 27, 2024, AlienPebbles passed away from terminal cancer. Pebbles had spent much of her time handing out cookies on LOTC, and playing games off the server, such as Lethal Company and Project Zomboid. She was an integral part of our community as a source of joy, always making us laugh until tears with her shenanigans and jokes alongside our own. From her love of the color pink, flower crowns, cats, cookies, and obsession with any plushie she could get her hands on. Beyond sharing her kindness within the Solgaard community, she sought to do so the same throughout LOTC when she could, primarily known for handing out cookies as her character Rose. She hoped to spread love in a community which she cherished closely, something truly reflective of her character off and on the server. Her loved ones would like to express their deepest gratitude and thanks for being a bright light and being a pillar of support during some dark times. We had a memorial placed at Cloud Temple if you wish to pay respects and go visit in-game, with one of Pebbles favorite quotes. Furthermore, if you would like to say something or share a memory of our friend, we encourage you to do so, to celebrate Pebbles. Our thoughts and prayers are with her family during this time. We leave you with these simple words: share kindness, share joy, share laughter, and share some cookies. -PapiPollo, TheVoiden

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(You must be part of 'The Battle of the Abyss' Eventline to have access to this report) From the Depths “Ah, I had heard another group of descendents would assist me on a scouting mission today. Is this what you are here for?” -The Scout Begin Log. Unit APA Warlock 13th of Snow’s Maiden, Year 197, Second Age Location: Kh’at’or and Dral’thresh Border Unit APA Warlock is dispatched to address a concern of Organization.Shuul forces, in which Hostile.Organization.Dral’thresh is believed to have encroached and possibly slaughtered an outlying Organization.Kh’at’or outpost, consisting of secluded Priests and an important magi, Entity.Ste’klar’ax, with contextual data indicating they may be important to the ongoing war effort. We are joined by Entity.Silwyn, Entity.Veralia, Entity.Asbjorn, and Entity.Vyllaenen, and transported by an overly large aquatic predator to a secondary location to ascertain Hostile enemy activity in the region, prior to a full military intervention. Once they had reached the depths below the ship the riders began their ascent upwards with great speed. The dolphins had launched their riders out of the water and onto the boat above! Our party arrived to the scene of a ship in distress above us. Prior DATA indicated that Organization.Dralthresh opportunistically raided surface ships enroute along the southern oceans. The ship was in distress due to an above surface shore, and was a prime target. Our artiface was concealed among a forestry of Kelp, as well as optical illusions provided by Entity.Veralia. Entity.Asbjorn presented an unknown but previously encountered form of near-invisibility, and flanked outside of the group while we maneuvered. We then observed the raid as it occurred. Ten slim aquatic mammalians, logged as Entity.Dolphin, approached at great speed, before executing a maneuver that launched their riders into the distressed boat above. Our party maneuvered for closer stealth and discussed an approach, while deceased crewmembers and barrels of equipment and goods were tossed overboard. The riders, consisting of the common Eel Bipeds that make up the majority of Organization.Dal’thresh, returned, lacking four of their number, surmised to have been lost in their raid, as well as an unexpected entity, an older Shuul, labeled ‘Tubs’. He appeared to be a large, fish-like shuul that had some resemblance of the Kh’at’or clan. He looked aged, a badge on his vest read ‘Tubs’ The fight was by all indications, unremarkable. Entity.Asbjorn made use of their near-invisability to ambush the Hostile.Dal’Thresh nearest to Entity.Tubs, while Entity.Silwyn, Entity.Vyllaenen, and our Artiface assaulted using brute force. Problematic behaviors exhibited by those surviving the initial rush were neutralized via ranged magics employed by Entity.Veralia, while one of their number was taken alive via our own Artiface. Hostile.Organization.Dal’Thresh reinforcements however arrived on the scene, likely to initially help transport stolen goods, and instead began to harass us via ranged spear throws. Entity.Vyllaenen and Entity.Asbjorn were injured in their attempt to rescue Entity.Tubs, and were unable to complete this objective. Instead, we initiated a retreat with the aid of Entity.Scout, taking with us a living prisoner, as well as small goods. Our assessment of the pure combat capabilities of Hostile.Organization.Dal’Thresh is poor. They are unable to properly match veteran surface combat parties, relying instead on their targets being debilitated or overwhelmed, choosing to target Entities already in distress rather than prepared targets, such as the surface ship battling a storm. Even then, the raiding parties suffered a four out of ten loss. Additionally, commentary observed from Hostile.Entity.Dal’Thresh regarded these losses as ‘weak and unprepared’ rather than a tactical failure, suggesting tribalistic views of combat, rather than organized and efficient military. Style of life consisting of living off of raiding also suggests a strategic weakness. Rather than outright assaults on territory that may be laden with traps and ambush points, contesting their raids, or fortifying their intended targets will deprive them of resources and war material that they otherwise rely on. Raiding parties also themselves appear susceptible to counter-ambushes, which may bleed them of experienced tribal members. Contesting their ‘hunting grounds’ will provide a strategic bonus for future military campaigns, possibly resulting in Hostile.Dal’Thresh either showing up in reduced numbers or with subpar equipment, whereas leaving them uncontested may allow the Hostile.Dal’Thresh to assemble surface equipment for use. However, their co-dependance with other aquatic life possesses a strong hazard that can not be easily circumvented. Usage of Entity.Dolphine allows their parties quick, and we conclude, discreet, transportation across open water, as well as mobile, agile attack mounts that prevent easy engagement. This also suggests that an ambush from a Hostile.Dal’Thresh party can be particularly severe, as while personally lacking individual combat ability, they possess all the capability they require to quickly react to a perceived threat enmass, possibly drowning a perceived threat with sheer numbers and incontestable maneuverability. We surmise their true threat is not in their individual capability, but rather, the strategic threat they pose to Shuul Logistics by hit-and-run attacks, hostile scouts, and as sudden and unpredictable reinforcement to other hostile parties.

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Unfortunate. Current Data suggested that this outcome was unlikely. Yet, the Automaton concluded, it was still within the realm of possibility. The only wrinkle was in how this came about. The Conclusion was possible, but the logic required for it was not detected. Strange. What could have possibly occurred that would allow this to come to pass?

Then don't use Figura. Simple As.

((All information within this post is private information until otherwise stated. Any attempt to use this information outside of the active event to the specific party is considered metagaming and in direct violation of event rules set forth via Event DM @Werew0lf)) ((You have been warned.)) ((Screenshots are owned by @FashionBeard)) Dust Bin of the Universe “What Data has previously concluded impossible is rendered Null in the few seconds we have observed this place.” -Anti Personal Automaton ‘Warlock’ Begin Log. Unit APA ‘Warlock’ 1st of The Grand Harvest, Year 188, Second Age Location: ‘The Bin of the Universe’ We do not believe Entity.Cathan had this in mind when attempting to interact with the Entity.HaenseCog, located outside of Haense. There was a sort of vague acknowledgement that we would ultimately be fighting Inferi creatures, with what little Data had been provided to us. Others had clearly interacted with the Entity.HaenseCog prior, as one among our party, Entity.Erthe had sufficient access to request a direct meeting with Entity.Izotz-01. “There is a flawed dissension in your apprehension. A war is won by numbers of a certain quality, of which, I see none. Further to this, I am no idol to be probed with research and awe.” -Izotz-01 Stepping through a portal of a design we are incapable of deciphering, we stepped into what could only be described as the cosmos themselves. Before us stood a Titan, a true Behemoth, constructed out of material and means beyond anything else we’ve seen. Its form was humanoid, its spoken word seemingly distorting reality itself. So impossible is this that we concluded it is a form of magic, rendered null in that its very nature is mechanical, operating on principles we are simply ignorant of. Frustratingly, We are regarded as tins and toys. We suspect that Unit.Bastion does not take this particularly well, but it is an unfortunately accurate statement. All Data states it so. To it, and to what it makes, we are, metaphorically, the scrawlings of ignorant children desperate to impress a father many decades into their craft. But all tools have purpose. All people have drive. With that, our party petitioned Entity.Izotz-01 to join in the war, and to be given tasking. In that we were told to turn around so that we would return to our home, where we might begin our task. That is where it all went wrong. That is when the machine that produced our portal shuddered and sparked, too late for us to turn back. The last words we heard of Entity.Izotz-01 “There is an Error.” We didn’t go home. “. . .You have already been forsaken by your Lord. Why do you fight?” -Unknown Inferi The world seemed to snap into view, like our optics were forcibly stretched and then snapped back into place. Our party was assailed by ash and caustic smoke. Around us was cannon fire, screaming in the sky, ending in the squeals and cries of Daemonic creatures. It was not far off from the siege of Breakwater, but there then, there were no towering Automa- Smoggers, who’s legs carried them higher than even some mountains, shifting and buckling as it belched cannonfire. Flying machines, lit aflame from battle, swerved to avoid retaliatory siege fire from entities beyond a wall, trailing smoke not just from it’s charred hull, but as it dumped shot into its targets below. Our party was assailed once by an Inferni- A Hostile.CorruptedKnight, who’s form was shrouded in wings broken from a long fall from above, but who carried enough vigor, and spite, to oppose us. We did not personally contend them- We were the only party mounted, as both Entity.GR-0ND and Entity.Shelob had joined us, and Cathan wanted us to scout ahead. “Keep on ******* firing! Don’t stop!” -Craftsman Militia The source of the weapons fire came from a nearby village turned haphazard fortress. Trenchworks and palisades, accompanied by seemingly miles of scrapyards formed a defensive barrier. Auto-mech’s, beyond the size of Ologs, used siege weapons as handheld cannons, loading shot and firing at creatures that attempted to scale the wall beyond. It was the only sign of civilization and respite from the battlefield, so our party made pace across. What followed was a mad dash to avoid smoke and wide cannon fire, the gunners in apparent panic attempting to fire as fast as they could load, often at the cost of their accuracy. We were challenged, briefly, on approach, but allowed through on the simple basis that we weren’t inferi. Those here didn’t know Entity.Izotz-01. That is how we met Entity.Bahram “Everyone shut your ******* mouth. I am but a soul, that was once allowed to rest in His realm,” The craftsman attempted to explain in baby speech. “But then, the big-guy did not want me, so he kicked my ass down here. Kapoosh?” -Bahram Our introduction to Entity.Bahram was him violently screaming for us to follow him to safety, in an apparent mad dash for a sanctuary, or craftshop of sorts, at one of the higher peaks of the mountain. He was clad in a strange mix of technical tools and harnesses, and what appeared to be scavenged fabrics, likely to weather the intense airs of this forsaken realm. His hands were calloused from his laborious work, and his eyes seemed to have an almost maniac glare. Confirmed when We proceeded to speak, and issued a faux paus concerning his situation. We at first concluded that perhaps it was better to let the rest of the party speak to this man- We are not used to being Diplomatic, and perhaps Entity.Cathan or others would establish better relations with a man who had clearly been burning his candle at both ends. This was an Error. One half the party was content to watch, perhaps in a horror-stricken awe, as the other half proceeded to lambast Entity.Bahram with a sort of self-centered, incredibly naive sense of duty, hope, and faith. Pleas that they were there to help, and that they would surely be able to leave, to a man We had already deduced had spent decades in this literal hell. What could be going through that Fleshling’s mind, to have seemingly been abandoned by his Patron, forced to fight for his life at a seemingly daily, or maybe weekly, occurrence, using only what turns out to be the discards of his Patron? Then for a party of men and women to appear, claiming that he simply needed to ‘try’ and ‘do his duty’? What Drivel. The man's attempts to answer half of the party’s questions were run over by more questions, and the patronizing eventually drove the man, already at his wits end, to strike one of us. We intervened, on his behalf, and renegotiated our position with some surprising success. We had spotted another Entity.Cog beyond the wall, and were well aware that they were capable of communication with their superiors even beyond realms. If we were here by mere error, it was unlikely that Entity.Izotz-01 even knew where we were. We needed to signal him somehow, a sort of flare in the dark, and the Entity.Cog would be our flare, with Entity.Bahram’s help. That is what we have been doing these past days. Securing materials for his efforts, while other members of the party scout and plan further. A thought occurs to us. We fully intend to secure Entity.Bahram’s, and his cohorts, some measure of rescue. But his Patrons appear to be incredibly focused on creativity, use, and workmanship. If he is truly forsaken, he will need to make his case before, perhaps, Entity.Izotz-01, on why he and his cohorts would be worthy. We can not surmise what might convince Entity.Izotz-01 or others, but we could propose to Entity.Bahram that his experience in combating the Inferi for decades on end using nothing but scraps, gives him a unique perspective in what machines need and what they can expect to face. Entity.Hendrick once said, that the greatest swordsmith is also a soldier. They know what a sword needs to be to stand up to battle.