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Vozhd was read this by a helpful squire, each word turning his expression more and more sour. He speaks with a trembling rage, shaking violently, barely able to maintain a steady breath. "They killed her." "And I can't do anything about it." "I'm sorry, Alyssa."

Vozhd in his old age actually reads the paper, having learned how to read and write at a basic level some years ago. He mulls over the paper, before taking it and gently placing the flyer inside a chest.

Stop doing things high, we both know where that leads.. +1, easy on the doobie rolling tho

Llir you are a horrible human being and I love it.

I for one like this piece, the lore and the drawbacks for the thing. Though the concerns are valid, I would hope you ensure that proper roleplay was being produced using this CA, and followed the newly implemented “Give and Take” rules. As long as those two things were followed, I believe this to be a good and proper CA that I cannot wait to see approved.

MC Username: TryaxReck Discord: TryaxReck#5305 Which Category you wish to work on: Transport Why you wish to work on that Category: When the warp boards are eventually done away with, people will once again deal with the same question of how to get from point A to point B quickly. Soulstones have often been used as a source, but for those wishing for a more RP-inclusive (and scenic) route, their only bet is a horse or their legs. Adding other modes of transport, from railways to gliders open up opportunities and offer new experiences otherwise locked away under a watchful eye. What you want to see from that Category: I wish to see the introduction of gliders, railway systems, and other innovative and new ways to get around. I also have this itch for hanging waterways suspended over cities that i’ve always wanted to put to paper...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crush_syndrome is what I based it off of, as per recommended to me by a LT member that helped me develop this invention. Sorry, this wasn’t clear! I meant 3 emotes to fully crank it, not counting aiming, and firing alongside. This bow would in TOTAL require 5 emotes to fully use, with the ability to change it to 4 if you decided to specialize in the weapon. I myself am an advocate for honor based CRP, but I do not want to have people the ability to powergame. If both parties agree, then yes it should be honor based, but if not, the roll system put in place should be used to offer a fair and standard way to go about things. A big complaint i’ve had about this before I officially submitted it was power, which is why I wanted to ensure it was balanced, capable, but not guaranteed CRP ending shots in the first round. I apologize for this oversight however, I will be adding a caveat stating that “IF ROLLS ARE USED” to allow people the ability to use honor based combat.

ORIGINS: After the disastrous attack on Millstone and the subsequent destruction of their main base of operations, the revolution was on its back foot. It seemed that this might have been the end for the Chelovek, with their numbers at their absolute lowest, perhaps only fifteen or so strong. However, if there was one thing a Chelovek was known for? It was for its tenacity and resilience. So instead of kneeling to the Imperial yolk once more, they reorganized. Hid away in the corners and back alleys, working from the sidelines, awaiting for a time when they may strike back as a singular entity once more. So when the last brick was laid for the new hub for the Union, many made their way back to what they considered their only true home, bringing their Minae, supplies, connections and information with them. And once more, the Chelovek Union was rising quickly, everyday becoming exponentially more powerful. And this time, they were prepared for whatever could be thrown at them. The biggest addition to this restructuring would’ve been the clockwork division, a group of engineers, scientists, and mathematicians tasked with the development of weapons that help turn the tide in a war that surely would have been lost if fought conventionally. They created tactics, reverse-engineered armor, created firebombs and thought up plenty of outlandish new weapons, many of which fell short of usefulness. However. With every failure one builds the path to success, that success being shown in the Thumper. DESCRIPTION: The Thumper in its simplest terms can be defined as an immensely powerful arbalest, though it looks more akin to a speargun than a crossbow. The most defining trait of the thing is its projectile; a large cylinder measuring about a foot long, with the frontal surface area of a thumb. Built from either blister steel or a medium quality iron, this design severely weakens and/or punches through armor up to 6.6mm, or a quarter of an inch, of thick plate (though it should be noted that this is the absolute upper limit, and only possible in theory.) Upon impact of the projectile the armor will crumple, collapsing into the wearer, most likely causing massive trauma to not only the directly penetrated area, but the rest of the armor, usually resulting in asphyxiation or loss of blood flow to vital areas due to constriction. The crossbow itself is built of a Buloke wood, some of the strongest available to man, only found in the harsh Savannah. From this wood, the body of the Thumper is constructed, hollowing out the grooves for the cylinders to lie in, as well as carve holes for things such as the exposed gear to lay. After, two holes are carved in the back where two supports for the stock are put in place and affixed using Jailer’s Moss, a powerful adhesive. The stock is then introduced into the design, padded with a somewhat thin cloth padding meant to lessen the powerful recoil the weapon produces. As expected, the recoil often causes bruising to the shoulders, even with the protective padding. In order for such a contraption to give the projectile such terrifying speeds, a series of tight ropes and pulleys are put in place, tightened and made taut by a detachable hand crank, which although not particularly hard to reel, requires a lot of time to fully ‘wind up’ so to speak. This part of the process would be easiest for fishermen or experienced arbalest users. CAPABILITIES: Generally, the Thumper is able to shoot steel rods a foot in length at speeds high enough to punch through armor and weaken the rest of the plate pieces considerably due to the miniature shockwave produced from the cylinder's sudden stop. It has an effective range of around 10 meters, anything past that being wildly inaccurate. As previously mentioned it also has the capability to stop blood flow to certain areas if the armor crumples against itself into the wearer. REDLINES: -The Thumper cannot exceed 10 meters of effective range, 15 meters halving the power/penetration, and 20 meters negating it entirely, with the victim probably feeling at most a hard thud, like a small child ran into them. -The Thumper is ground breaking technology, requiring extensive knowledge of the parts involved, as well the composition of the crossbow itself. The projectiles it uses can be replicated with a low to moderate effort, however. This basically means you must either learn of the components ICly via someone familiar with the item, find schematics (a lored paper item that is SIGNED) by someone familiar with the item, and/or reverse engineering the item (leaving you with a lesser quality and overall inferior design). -The Thumper requires three emotes to fully crank, two if your character is experienced or otherwise well versed in the mechanics of the item. (this means only for reloading. Aiming/Firing still need to be emoted as well.) -The Thumper can only use the projectiles it was built for, that being the steel cylinders. This weapon is able to punch through A MAXIMUM of 4mm of steel, 20mm of wood, and around 40mm of human flesh (though it shall be noted if it hit a bone, the bone would break, and stop the projectile from going any further.) - IF rolling is agreed upon, one should roll the following for effectiveness of penetration. 1-8 penetrating only a third of its maximum, 9-15 penetrating half, 16-19 being three fourths, and a 20 being the maximum allotted potential. -This weapon is high maintenance due to the innovative design and amount of complex moving parts. High amounts of cleaning, oiling, and general fine tuning would be necessary to keep the thing in working order. -The “crushing” effect will require the victim to be wearing metal armor on the area shot, as well as a roll of 14 or higher (unless it is agreed upon to not use rolls.) A detailed description needs to be given. PURPOSE: The purpose of this invention is to introduce a new balanced weapon into the playing field, while at the same time retaining the distinct medieval aspect and fairness of ballistic weapons on LOTC. A lot of people have spent countless hours researching this IC and OOC, and many are quite excited to see if their characters labor bear any fruit.

The other comments have me extremely worried and excited for this development.

Welcome to the second bi-weekly (weekly, bi-weekly? I have the motivation of a coma patient.) Interview with a community member! This time, we have the world renowned @Kaelan, nation leader of Irrinor. Have someone you think would like to be interviewed? Nominate them by telling me who you’d like to see next, either by telling me on discord, OR by being super cool and pinging the person below in the comments. Without further ado, let us violate the privacy of Kaelan. Let's begin simple: Who ARE you? Really. Your name, what you for fun other than role play, your biggest dislikes and likes, so on and so forth. Ah, paradox games, from HOI4 to CK2. Always loved them myself, banked 300 hours playing Mexico without a custom focus tree. War is hell. But cooking you say? You have a specific style you like in particular or are you more of a "throw **** in a pot and pray" type of guy? Mmm, making me hungry just thinking about it. but let's shift back into the world of mineman rp for a sec. You've been on for quite awhile, and have had a lot of experiences. But if there is anything you regret doing, IRP or OOC in relation to the server, what would that exactly be? Leadership is always a tough role to fill, and I think everyone can relate to that last statement. But hey, leadership does have its perks of making yourself well known by a fair few people. Let's see who you like the most. Three cheers for nepotism! Say you had to pick 4 people to live in a jail cell with. Who'd you choose? Be sure to play favorites! A solid team to make your Oceans 11 breakout. But what about the theme for the team? Whats your favorite song / artist that you'd like jamming out to you crafting dummies to fool the guards and engaging in soap dropping? Perfection. So with all this leadership and seniority you have some tough moments. But you wouldn't be sticking around if there were no good moments eh? You have the funniest / most intense / just good story arc or moment on the server? Fair point. I feel like you got a real insight though to this next question due to your long history with the server. What does LOTC lack? Whether mechanically, or as a community, what's something we can all work on together to help fix, or address? A very nuanced and thoughtful outlook on the state of the server I think many people share. Well, I think that’ll be all for now, though I do appreciate you coming and typing up all this for me. Anything you wanna say to LoTC before we part ways and I publicly publish our discord dms on the forums? And that concludes our second interview with a community member. I would once again like to thank @Kaelan for indulging me and being an all-around great fellow. And to you, dear readers? Keep up the good work! Your little beady eyes keep this internet interview thing running! Love all your guys’ support, and remember: If you wanna be interviewed, or want to nominate someone else a bit more bashful, comment, or dm me over discord about it! Until next time Minemen.

A navigation guide to help players read nation signs. There are still signs around in Arcas that label Helena as Renatus still and Ves as- well, I don't even know what that is. Giving people landmarks to go off of and helping explain the signs and where exactly they are pointing would be super beneficial to new players, especially when the warp board will be removed.

I did consider that, but i want this thing to help bring everyone together in the community and focus on the positives, and less on the negatives. Focusing on whats good with LOTC is just is important with focusing on whats bad. And I believe that the community and friendship we all got is the best aspect of LOTC. Especially the dewper memes.

Hey everybody, welcome to the first of hopefully many interviews with a community member, where we select certain individuals to be interviewed. Have someone you think would like to be interviewed? Nominate them by telling me who you’d like to see next! But without further ado, let me introduce auLune! So, AuLune. Tell us about yourself? Ah, so your a buff nerd? Got any book reccomendations? Next question; If you could thank one community member for helping you get started here who would it be? Anything you regret doing during your time here? If you had to live in a jail cell with four people from this community who would it be and why? Current favorite song / artist? Arctic Monkeys, a solid pick. What about your funniest IC moment on the server however? lmao, how about characters? What character did you like playing the most, whether it an event character or just a normal persona? I see. Do you have any hidden talents? Nice. To shift to a more serious topic however, do you feel anything is missing from the server? Mechanically, community, etc. One last thing before we part ways, what is the origin of your username? Thanks for reading and thanks to @auLune for agreeing to be interviewed! If you want to be next up on this list, give yourself or someone else a recommendation! That’s all for now folks, see you next Sunday!

Vozhd had his scribe read the missive to the gathering of his men, upon his name being uttered, VOZHD PHLOGISTON, the crowd cheered. A rumble was heard throughout the wildlands that day, as the second and fourth Vozhd both made way towards Suffonia, carrying with them their tools of war and weapons of peace. While they travelled, the main Chelovek forces began to rally, their resistance bubbling up and festering across many lands.

Vozhd only very recently gained the ability to read, but the missive sent his way gave an odd confusion to him. Without his armor on, or his mail covering his neck, unarmed and weak, he reached for his ink and quill, for an official statement. The politics wore on the man, though he still was devoted as always to stop the carnage. My fellow brothers and sisters still trapped within the confines of Helenan dominion. This war and its actions are product of kings and noble, evil empires that wish nothing but death for its own and others. The sooner we break the chains against ALL of our oppressors, we may one day rest our evening years in peace, watching the children play and lighting a pipe, watching the sunset. Our whole lives we tried, and we are all getting older. When will you grow tired of the blinding support, and open your eyes to see truth? To see inequalities, to see the poverty and despair. The Cheloveks condemn this attack. We have no sympathies for those who turn citizens to corpses, no matter who first struck the blows. But in this war? There is no right, no light at the end of the tunnel. As the ISA suffers defeat after defeat, a common fear amongst denizens of the Empire is what will happen if the AIS marches it men into the city and delivers a final blow. And I can tell you, it will not be a chivalrous affair. Once more we call for the overthrow of these rulers who believe they can rule the world with the labor of the working man. But no matter whether you hate us, or love us, all will mourn for lost life. Including I. For I do not see combatants, nor soldiers. I see victims of oppression slaughtered by victims of oppression. Death or dishonor. He lowered his pen, sighing as the pains of thousands of wounds festered up to the surface, slowly descending into a small lake, to help ease the tension and throbs of hurt, letting his words be copied and sent around, for all to read. He closes his eyes and thinks of a world where he could too watch his child play, and light a pipe.

IGN: TryaxReck Discord: TryaxReck#5305 Character Name: Vozhd Phlogiston Profession: Rebel Short Bio: I’ve been roleplaying on the server for about a month now, and in that time i’ve gotten bounties that rival that of kings. Who knew bombing stuff constantly got you into hot water with the authorities? Either way, I think a place to lie low and do business would be fantastic RP for me, especially considering I cant frequent many places nowadays due to my actions.

Full skin, @TryaxReck#5305

Who are you going to rip off next?

You single?

Chelovek couriers were rushing about, listening in to all comments made by all in Helena, whispering to each other and sending birds to base, for writers to scribe the words Vozhd spoke as he responded. The birds flew back and forth, messages were posted alongside the original fliers, discreetly. This one seemed to be addressed to the thoughts of a holy man, speaking about trapped men and burning crosses. “I am a man of faith as well, I worship as often as I can, to my family that believes me dead. The flame we carry is dangerous. While our men meant to throw it to stop the army, instead the licks of heat climbed up the steps of the cathedral and turned a house of god into ash and smolder. It is no excuse to defile god, however do not believe our intent was to kill the working men and women. Our intent is to fight for the people of Helena. We fight by offering bread to vagrants, our members purchasing goods made only by the most impoverished, paying extra. We understand our peaceful actions will go unnoticed, for our more defiant acts in the face of tyranny will be all we are known by. If you wish to see how we help. Ask a man for a loaf of bread, or an old man for advice. Ask a woman for an extra blanket or leather worker to repair your boots. These simple acts, the ones no one will notice as an act of a Chelovek, are the ones we value most. As it helps the poor. The people we wish to free of their chains.”

A bitter victory is no victory at all. We have struck at their prisons and palaces, their banks and hired brigands, and from what has happened today, it seems it has caused one of the most vile retaliations. A workers strike not even affiliated with the Chelovek movement to liberate all under the autocracy of Oren was brutally crushed by the Empire’s army, killing many and injuring many more. It was only when the blades of the army were turned against its people did we Cheloveks decide to intervene, defending our goal of making sure no more life is taken from the working man. We have failed this goal. Brothers and sisters have died. Fathers lost their sons. Mothers their only child. We expected the violence against those who bore the black gear, a symbol of the overworked labor done to us. We expected to be killed and strung up like animals. But we never expected that in order to stop us, the Empire would ransom its own citizens against us, forcing us to retreat and to reconsider our actions. It is a time of deliberation, now. Do we continue the fight, people of Helena? Do we fight for your rights and put not only our own, but others' lives at risk? Or do we succumb to the demands of the regime, and turn in our blades to maintain safety. The Chelovek Union issues an apology to the people. For we have failed you. We have failed the people protesting, the people who have been worked to death by their masters. We have failed the children, young and old. And now we ask for forgiveness. Brothers and sisters, we do not wish for conflict, let it be known. But if such violence is to continue against us, and the only way we can stop it is by remaining in the shadows. We will do it. For you. It has always been for you. I am sorry. They put angels in the hanging chair, The hanging chair, the hanging chair God fearing angels in the hanging chair, The hanging chair, the hanging chair They put angels in the hanging chair, The hanging chair, the hanging chair God fearing angels in the hanging chair, The hanging chair, the hanging chair And no one knew or no one cared But burning stars lit up their hair, And burning stars lit up their hair And crawled to heaven on golden stairs... And oh! how we to and fro, To and fro, to and fro! Oh! how we to and fro, To and fro, to and fro! Oh! how we to and fro, To and fro, to and fro! Oh! how we to and fro, To and fro, to and fro! This is our torched estates! We're your sweet mistakes And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones – Who among us will avenge those who lost their home? And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones – Who among us will avenge those who lost their home? There's fresh meat in mud tonight God bless our dead queens Someone had an accident above the burning trees While somewhere distant peacefully Our vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get painted in murals obscene God bless our dead queens The hungry and the hanged The damaged and the done Striving 'long this spinning rock Tumbling past the sun Get through this life without killing anyone And consider yourself golden Lost a friend to poverty Couple friends to the black Troubled hearts map deserts And they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to the mills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to shame Lost a friend to marriage Lost a friend to blame Lost a friend to worry And lost a friend to wealth Lost a friend to stubborn pride And then I lost myself There's fresh meat in the mud tonight God bless our dead queens Someone had an accident above the burning trees While somewhere distant peacefully Our vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get painted in murals obscene God bless this century.

The common man lives in the slums, who spends his days and nights toiling for their lord, endlessly suffering from atrophy and suffering inflicted due to their harsh hours and back breaking labour. A home is a place where the most personal of matters occur, from giving life to spending ones last moments in this realm. And now, for most of the citizenry of Helena, that home is gone. The slums were burnt not by the hands of the rebellion that wishes to free these people from chains, but by the very elites that wish to halt our revolution. The aristocracy has long announced their plans to tear down and destroy the slums, and they finally found their scapegoat to pin it on. The notion that a group for the worker would destroy the home of the worker is an insult to the intellect of man, the mental ability he possesses. But they lie and cheat, their wicked tongues flicking once more to masterfully con people out of their livelihoods of their own free will. So when they lie, we will spread truth. The attack on Varoche Hall was a direct response to the lies spread by the elites that we destroyed the slums. It was only fitting that we attacked them with what they attacked the people with: Fire. Our flame stood true against your maleficent torching of the slums, a taste of your own heat. But note that the Hall was quickly saved, in all of its glory and prestige, while the slums were left to smolder, no aid given. An interesting insight. For every attack on us, we will strike back with more fury than you could possibly imagine. The people’s liberation is close at hand, and you have no clue how far we spread. We work in the taverns, we care for your sons, and daughters. We prepare your food, and make your clothes. And we are watching you. This goes directly to the elites and aristocracy. If you wish to continue the propagation of rumours and falsehoods, so be it, but do not expect said rumours to be without retaliation. Varoche Hall was an act committed by one man. A single individual who decided to take action. Continue your deceit, and we will strike with more than just a single individual. We refrained from attacking your ball not for no reason. We wish to show that we can be reasoned with. Consider the uninterrupted festivities a gift from us Cheloveks to you. Our demands are simple, and fair. Provide shelter, food, and pay to those affected in the Helena fire, and we will grant you peace, and respite from our attacks. Do not fail the people, for if you do, they may just turn against you in your vanity. -A concerned citizen.

Aito looks at the announcement, an evil grin forming over his face. The regal nobles throwing a party of opulence, dancing away as the poor watch from afar. He tosses the paper aside, and laughs. Not one of joy, but one of rage. Tears of anger and a smile of insanity plague his lips as he grabs the scabbard of his gladius. He moves to tell his followers of such a perfect development.

The following poster would be posted in various spots around Helena, mostly in the slums, outlying farms, and other places where the common folk would coagulate and converse. The global superpower of humanity is rotting from the core. Its era of progress, its age of golden streets and bounty, are long gone. Now, it is a land of bureaucracy and rivalries, a weak king inviting wars we cannot win, trade deals that offer nothing but wealth for the wealthy and poverty for the poor. And the people have had ENOUGH. ENOUGH of sending our children to fight in wars of expansion that do nothing but incorporate more elves, dwarves, and orcs into our cities. ENOUGH of corruption that leads to those same races dominating over the impoverished human citizens of Oren. ENOUGH of the aristocracy, that still believe that bread and circuses may satiate the people they call cattle. And ENOUGH of the poverty that runs rampant in Oren, forcing men to resort to crime fit for an Orc. It is the first duty of man to think for himself, and that duty has been long neglected by the people of Oren. But no longer. We have waited ENOUGH. Now, it is the time for action. We are organized, we are strong, and we are many. We are the Chelovek Rebellion. We do not wish for conflict, but those that make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable, and that is what has become. As the election grows ever closer, the senators sycophantic ways lead them to use their wicked tongues to court the elites, all calling for raising taxes on the poor, for demolishing the slums we were forced into in the first place. When will these injustices against their fellow man end? How much gold and silver must they loot and pillage from our own pockets, when the entire job market for the working poor is being held afloat by a single company? They lavish in their opulence and lounge in their glass towers, but they do not know that with the slightest crack, that glass shatters into a million pieces. We call upon you, brothers and sisters. To fulfill your duty to think. Your duty to care for your family. Your duty to your fellow man. Rise up to the cause, as long as the resistance in your heart burns bright, they will never succeed in crushing our cause. Rise up, brothers. The rebellion will not stop, it will not lose in momentum, the only question you ask yourself now is what will you do when the great revolution commences? Will you bend to the will of your master like a slave, or break your chains and rise up at once? If not you, then who? If not now, then when? They shake in fear at our message, they tear it down to keep us hidden. But we are not hidden. Not any longer. Long live humanity, and glory to the Chelovek Rebellion. -Vozhd