Nozgoth

Now this is what I like to see. Amazing video quality overall, and I think it is refreshing for all of us to see some positive reminders that this community and environment we've built up over the last 10 years is really something special. Good work.

omg happy birthday Favourite lore piece on LOTC? Do you remember our first interaction?

I've been vibing pretty hard lately, ya know the vibes also this is a banger

As the silhouette of land grew distant behind me, I closed my eyes and fell deep into meditation. The sounds of the waves dragging my vessel closer to the edge of the earth intensified; in a calming way, like the rhythm of a beating heart. I wept, unsure if I would get to see you again - if last time would be the last time. Then, your cacophony of whispers at last came into my ears, but it was music to me. I could feel your chilling touch upon my skin, and the sharp taste of salt in my throat. You, who has no face and no voice. You, who reminds me of memories that are not mine. You, who lives only in my dreams to subjects me to madness. You, who’s piercing gaze is black and strikes me with the most unholy of feelings. You who resides within the dark recessions of the mind, where no light can reach, not even the rays of GOD himself dare shine. The Spirit of the Deep. You wish for me to call unto you. To bestow you with energy. To make way for your long awaited awakening. But I will do no such thing. I henceforth do not summon you. Your skin-as-tough-as-iron will be torn. And your meat consumed, your black ichor drank. Then, there was a shift, the dark wake suddenly calmed and the ocean opened up into an endless plain of eventualities. Though in my deprived nights, where my last waking conscious struggles - I see you not as some great devourer of worlds… but as a brother. You emerge from the depths as myself, except with eyes forged from the abyss, and a heart that pounds louder than the earth’s own resonance. Tell me, what have you ridden my mind with? I beseech you! Why must you plague my only moments of solitude with despair? Release me from your wretched grip, I will do whatever it takes. In your tenebrous clutches, my redemption will be found.

based.

I have more coming soon in another lore piece 😉

true I will do so right now

Collectanea Chymicum __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Fiendish substances… of such only those who think to find boons within, or mainly the fiends themselves would indulge in. A compilation of substances even those wicked enough to create dare not try. Yet it seems as though descendents always fall under the addiction of them, typically no matter how hard one tries to resist. The origins of the substances are not particularly of intrigue, and as such, lost to time. It is likely to be a fable of nothing irregular, merely one of alchemical experimentations, and perhaps the dabbling of philosophy. Reagents The creation of some particular alchemical substances requires the harvesting and use of a few rather peculiar reagents. Lightcap Shimmerstone Concoctions The Collectanea Chymicum is filled with many different creations and concoctions, all varying in use and effects. “Common” means something is common knowledge to many alchemists, whilst “Uncommon” is something that can be self taught given a lengthy amount of research and experimentation, and finally, “Rare” is something that must be taught by one who knows the recipe already. [Note: “Alchemic Texts” in this are just for flavour in the lore.] Aureum Capturam An elixir similar to the colour and viscosity of molten gold. ALCHEMIC TEXT RECIPE/MECHANICS Veneficus Pulveris Typically more of a street drug, due to its low manufacturing cost; Veneficus Pulveris, commonly known as ‘Daemon Dust’, is a coarse, pink powder. RECIPE/MECHANICS Ius Roribus A thin, yellow liquid which fluxuates a glow. It’s stench is horrid, and gasses emitted from it are even worse. ALCHEMIC TEXT RECIPE/MECHANICS Immortuos A pure black sludge. It radiates a wretched smell, which would surely steal the aroma of any room or space exposed to it. RECIPE/MECHANICS Purpose I created this lore in an attempt to have more interesting potions/concoctions/drugs that are more than just utility or combative; but rather dig deeper into the persona involved with them. (Also, I know that the latin is probably off, I used google translate and can't be bothered to fix it. It looks cool regardless). Note: I am willing to compromise in order for this to be accepted.

"But no tea..." said a brown hou-zi as he examined the menu curiously.

very based my bro

good lore broski

When @blackhand7 accidentally leaked the entire cult monologue to #ooc LMAOOOO I have lots of other epic memories from Arcas, running around with da boys etc. but I can't be bothered to list them all off. Besides that I'm just going to dump some screenshots:

The Damned. Weeping out to him, that instrument fell its keys. There was no sleep, but he still had dreams. Of what him and his holiness may do, if they could just cooperate. Though It held him hostage, an inmate. Forever damned to suffer in sorrow, for such was the retribution of God’s harrow. Some souls lucky enough managed off with impunity, since they were too wicked for chastity, They were fleshless, with chapless skulls and naught but marrow. Unfortunate. This was not the case for the damned one. Those others had it easy, yet it had only begun. Oh! But for holiness this was the cost to become. “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” shrieked that abandoned son of God. He was tricked, evoking foul rites and devilry. Sins of Lucifer and all the unheavenly. There was no blessed hymn, for t’was an instrument of death. If only he could die, he pleaded - but God did not relent. And the sound persisted, those wretched keys. It drowned out all noise, He could not hear the chorus of the birds, nor the creaking of trees. What frightful sight had he awakened that night? Some ill-bred wretch dreaded even by God himself. In his moment of most dire desertion, he pleaded to be rid of that horrid affliction. It outstretched its twisted digits, and the holy did not listen. The wretch was a monster like no other. One crafted so meticulously by expert hands. And yet the damned had no recollection of ever committing such a sin. What had the devil done to him, to let temptation win? Then, the devil came unto him again- This time he would not fall for its deceit. The forked-tongue spoke of fallacy. No longer would hope plague his sleepless nights. He would not be spoken to in his dreams. It was time to return to sender, by any means. God would not have him… but there was one who would: Entropy. No! No! He could not. Would not. Many attempts of repentance, but nevermore would God listen to his cries! So he looked up to the skies, and with all his might he boomed; “I curse thee, mighty God! You will be my demise!” The stars stood in their place, no longer flickering. Then, the unearthly chill of death, ghastly milled throughout the forsaken site of rituals. And the moon shone once more, it cried red tears. The birds outside shrieked in terror, begetting a Godless ballad, and the wind whistled twisted carols. He continued conducting his perfect imitation, dancing deliriously about his instrument of death whilst playing notes of lunacy.