Nozgoth

pretty good idea tbh

On 1/31/2023 at 12:42 PM, Jentos said:

Yawe-Melek-Tawus

ooOOoooOOooo I worship obscure demons and peacock gods from obscure middle eastern mythology OooOOoooooOOooooo look at me look at me!

MC Name:

         Nozgoth

Character's Name:

         Name-taker

Character's Age:

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Sorvian

Creator's MC Name:

         Omen_Prince

Creator's RP Name:

         Omen Prince

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Sorvians are constructs wrought primarily of clay. They have smooth, hairless skin, and all bare a mask clay/porcelain mask that is unable to demonstrate expressions. Sorvians are animated by imbuing them with the essence of the sculptors soul. The chest cavity is where the soul essence of a sorvian is stored, thus if it were punctured, the sorvian in question would die. Removing the head will also cause the sorvian to die. Sorvians can be revived in a few different ways, of which involves either recovering the mask and placing it on a new body, or making a new mask entirely. Sorvians typically act as servants, carrying out their master's will. As well, sorvians can be modified to have multiple limbs, at the cost of their strength being reduced the more that they have. Sorvians do not naturally recover from injuries, and must be repaired. 

Because sorvians are composed of only flesh and bone, cutting through them is comparatively easy since there is no muscle to get in the way. Their bones as well are brittle. Sorvians don't have blood and have a very high pain tolerance. Sorvians are servants, but not completely under the will of their master. Sorvians do not suffer the effects of aging. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

A sorvian with a brightly painted mask featuring tribal patterns. It adorns bright red robes - the robes of a Redshroud. It is about 6ft tall and built in the image of an ordinary man.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         yes

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no

FREE MY HOMIE DROCK

[!] A letter, addressed to who?

(This letter is intended for a specific demographic, however I do not mind if people assume knowledge of it IRP.)

“Are you the root of it all? The great evil who has befell this place?”

HUNTING GROUNDS

To embrace God is to embrace All. You cannot create without destroying something else. You would know this if you truly served the red hand of Ylk’mesh. For today, we serve His hand. No longer do we listen, and worship His ears, nor do we ponder, and worship His mind, nor do we preach, and worship His mouth. I think we all know deep down that the duality is paradoxical. That nothing is created from what we destroy.

“Eternity.”

My brethren, 

The time grows near. There are many who know of our deeds. A deal has been stricken with the Omen Prince, and we are to aid in his design. The place once known as Du Loc is a dilapidated shell of what once was and what could be. It is a reminder of the sin that plagues us. What is your favorite flavor? Man? Elf? Dwarf? They are all there.

You know of our purpose, of what I am calling you to do. By the eye of the wretch, I hereby initiate a feast. The sheep have grown fat and many. The flock must be culled. We need no excuse.

“No more hiding. I want to see… the Palebeasts - outside their skin.”

~ The Red Hand of Ylk’mesh

An ordinary seeming man poured over the profane text. Each movement of his was slow, calculated - almost too perfect and precise. He seemed young, but his eyes said otherwise, they told many tales. A great many religious symbols hung down from his dull green robes. Beaded necklaces of varying shape and size were strewn across his garment and they all bore the Lorraine cross as a pendant. Something disturbed him deeply about the text, and what followed was awfully peculiar. He ripped out one of the pages, and scrawled into it a great illustration, and then he placed it back into the book. After standing up and spinning around three times, a satisfied look came over his face and he placed the book deep beneath one of his floorboards.

I.

Priest and Cleric,

Beast and Heretic,

They preach and prance, 

And dance with God, 

All the same.

One says:

“Hallowed be thy name.”

And the other says,

All which is profane,

Yet they preach and prance,

And dance with God,

All the same.

The Beast says:

“How could this be?”

And the Priest prays,

Beneath the chestnut tree.

But they cannot truly meet God,

For in their stark dichotomy,

They have become duality,

And God is not duality.

II.

Take a moment to really see,

Our lives are hid in reverie,

I mean this not as cliche poetry,

For I truly mean reality.

Look around, 

Pry open your eyes,

See that you’re not time abound,

Hear the song that has no sound.

You’re quickly running out of time,

Think until you’ve lost your mind,

You cannot see until you’re blind,

The sign,

Ponder deeply the sign.

You are marching off toward the end,

Do you feel your soul as it ascends?

I feel it.

@Rilathdoes this mean you're finally gonna hop on another track with me

[!] A journal entry.

4th of the Grand Harvest, 102

the thing inside of me

There is something inside of me. A thing that nibbles at the corners of my mind, and chews at the walls of my stomach. I cannot let it get out.

It all started one morning when I met the schoolman. He was a normal man, charismatic perhaps- but even I could see through his ruse. And yet I continued to meet with him, how pivotal this mistake would come to be. For it was he that introduced me to the monster. I could not see it at the time, but I shook hands with a beast, not an angel, and I now bear its mark forever more.

It began as a gnawing hunger, one at first that seemed like it could be sated. So I ate, and I ate, and I ate. 

And one day, I met a new man - one that I had never met before. And I told him of my situation. I told him that there was once a great spirit, but no vessel was vast enough for it. So it split itself into many fragments. I told him that this spirit is in all things, but it is especially inside of me, for I am especially divine. He asked me, “if it is in all things, how could it be in you more than others”, then it dawned on me; I am more holy because I have devoured the most men, and now have the most spirit inside of me.

That’s right, I never could suppress the starvation. The thing inside me is always vying for control. And I am always chasing that feeling - any possibility that my hunger might be sated. My life before I met the beast was hollow and purposeless. I could never return to those ways, for I have discovered something greater. The urge to fulfill my bottomless carnal desires.

It’s like riding forth all day in hopes of reaching the sun, but each time you get close, the sun falls and you must try again tomorrow.

But I must ask - am I the beast, or am I the man? Is it a beast trapped in the heart of a man? Or could it be a man trapped in the heart of a beast? I think that sin is eternal, and has existed since existence itself. If the beast is sinful, then perhaps man has been the beast all along. Then what would that make me?
 

~ A thing with no name

awesome update, I love the story team! keep up the good work!

[!] A notice was nailed to many walls - foremostly those in Balian.

The dog is in love with a snake!

I AM THE PALEBEAST

To those that detest me:

I Am The Palebeast,

Man of this World,

Man of Ur-Aegisia,

A dog trapped in the flesh of Man,

Frail and cornered; weeping,

Lice and mites frantically leaping,

And the dog is in love with a snake!

One evening he awoke in a house of paintings,

The walls were covered in paintings,

Paintings that told tales of love and war,

Paintings of him,

For he had no true name.

A horrible monster was whining beside him,

Bloody tears dripped down its face,

The walls were infernal, red cages,

Its face was old, sickly, wrinkled…

I fell to the rotting wood floor,

I let my skin feel the sharp, hissing blood,

The beast was pale gold, glazed and shrunken,

And we were afraid to touch it.

I bid you good tidings and love from the God, that which is, was, and forever will be; for the Lord is grand and vast, and though pretend as we might, we may never truly know, for we cannot even fathom what it means to truly know.

I am the Palebeast, and I speak the word of the God: To those who detest me, know that your hatred does not go unrewarded. How could you know of my nature, and still scramble and pray upon my demise? Know that in your hatred, you only give worship to my name. For the tree at which you pray bears no fruit - could you be any more blind? I am the Palebeast, and you are responsible for my existence. In the black nativity of thought and cycle, I was born, and your hands are responsible.

Revel not in thoughtless, egoic hatred. For it was you that said I could not exist without it! And yet I know that you will never heed my wisdom, so you will continue as you will. I will laugh and make mockery of you!

I am the Palebeast, and I have spoken. 
 

When @gavynand I erected an entire mushroom empire and created a thriving religion that took over all of Almaris and then we realized that we imagined the whole thing and we never left cloud temple and then we realized we never logged onto the server in the first place and it was all discord dms

[!] A letter is found all across Almaris.

Some doors are best left unopened. Help me pry at their hinges.

A Beckon to Those Worldly and Sane

To those worldly and sane,

My name is Yahya Al-Nabeel, and I am as old as the black sands of the Korvassan desert, and that is the land I hail from. I desire not apprentices, nor students, but rather men to be my peers. There are some doors best left unopened, but we will open every door. We will learn of the wisdom of the world. I want to see how deep the roots of the tree of Man truly goes. I want to hear what its leaves whisper on windy days. I want to taste the ichor that pours when we score it. These are some of my only desires.

Will you accompany me? This is my beckon to those worldly and sane. If you share my feeling, and you have a heart like mine (and you will know just by reading this), then I implore you to come into contact with me one way or another. I can be found in St. Foltest’s Monastery, so that is where you should write to.

[!] A notice was left all around Celia’nor, written in a muddy-red ink and hastily scrawled with little care for presentability.

The beast takes delight in your torment

HOW YOUR TORMENT DELIGHTS HIM

To the lost sheep of Celia’nor,

Hope and peace from God; that which was, is, and forever will be. In these trying times, it is crucially important that one looks upon their heart in self reflection. Is your heart pure? Is it tainted? If so, how can it be cleansed? I have the answer, and though you did not heed my warning not only once, but twice, I must not give up on the hope that you may yet be saved! I too am in need of saving, we all are, and this is why I cannot give up on you.

As children of God, we were made equally divine,

And though divine, we were made absent of something,

Absent of what?

That hollow feeling, I know it to well,

And I know you know it too.

Turn to the hole in your soul,

Question what is missing.

This is the voice of the God of One-Thousand Hymns: I know your feats, and you bear the stature of a lion. But take that not as a compliment, for though mighty and strong, the lion is prideful. And the lion is worth little on its own, so it relies on its pride. So remember, in this life you have the illusion of others, of a family, friends - a pride - but in the next, you will be all alone. And that is the lion’s greatest fear. So I will tell you how to become immune from the beast. Construct a building for my worship. Erect a ziggurat in my name.

For the beast takes delight in your torment.

To the lost sheep of Celia’nor,

The God of One-Thousand Temples has spoken.

[!] Scrolls were nailed all throughout the city of Celia'nor, and in the paths leading up to it.

To The Lost Sheep of Celia’nor

To the lost sheep of Celia’nor:

I bid you good tidings and love from God, that which was, is, and forever will be; for the Lord is benevolent, and though you did not heed my warning once, you are yet presented with another opportunity for redemption. You cannot be blamed for egoic delusion, but acedia is the devil:

      Stagnation is willingness unto nothing,

            It is the hollowness that creeps when you slumber,

            For you can be deceived,

            You can deceive others,

            But you cannot deceive yourself,

            The world can never be stagnant,

            The God can never be stagnant,

                  And neither can you.

This is the voice of the God of One-Thousand Tongues: I know your unwillingness to believe that which you cannot fathom. I know of your loyalty to my mouth, but the mouth is only one part of the whole. The mouth rambles, and blabbers, and shouts and cries. The mouth thoughtlessly devours and consumes. Become loyal as well to my eyes, for with them you may see. And become loyal to my ears, for with them you may listen. And become loyal to my mind, for with it you may think. And only then will my mouth have a purpose.

Now I say to those who still revel in their own stagnation, living is easy with eyes closed, but it shall not be so for much longer. The beast is coming, and it will bring its plague with it. And only those sheep who are lost may be devoured.

To the lost sheep of Celia’nor,

 The God of One-Thousand Houses has spoken.

I love it.

MC NAME: Nozgoth

CHARACTER NAME: Welfley

DISCORD: Grungoth-Gung#5616

We need to talk about the atrociously disgusting state of the moderation team, and specifically one of its members: ZachySnacco. Through my numerous and recent experiences with this individual, I have deemed that he is unfit not only for moderation, but for the server as a whole. We simply do not need players that lack the morals to make what is clearly the right decision.

This is about the Allblades ban and appeal situation. Unlike San Francisco’s “catch and release” philosophy with charges and imprisonment, LOTC bans virtuous players like Allblades, and then denies every appeal.

For those who do not know, a player by the name of Allblades has been falsely chastised for a singular mistake, and despite every effort, cannot be unbanned.

NOT TO MENTION, ZacoSnacho is an obtusely abhorrent “person”. Remember the icepick incident of 1997? When he brutally murdered 6 teenage girls with an icepick? Or in 2009 when he set a building on fire (which Allblades extinguished and saved the people from before the fire department even showed up)?

To think that one’s judgment could be so clouded is beyond me, simply look at the stats: Allblades is universally renowned as a pillar of the community for what little time he has been on the server. He has saved LIVES. Allblades is a hero. And we only know the accounts of various LOTC players, imagine how many other lives he has saved and permanently changed through his kindness and virtue. It is absolutely heinous to keep this man banned for but a “rape joke”. Where were these hecklers when 30 innocent schoolchildren were about to fall to their deaths due to a tragic vehicular accident? Not where Allblades was. 

From saving marriages, removing children from burning buildings, bus crashes, and even sacrificing himself by giving away his only parachute during a skydiving expedition, Allblades can do everything. Here are some of many accounts of this man’s virtue:

GOD SAVE THE ALLBLADES!

And here is a screenshot of the mod team lacking human decency:

Honorary mention to the story team for despicably denying his voidal fire MA (seriously can’t believe they would do this. Allblades is possibly one of the greatest magic rpers I have bore witness to):

This but a singular misshap in a long line of incompetency by the moderation team, but it is without a doubt the most damaging. Allblades is no ordinary player, or person. He is special. And despite his solemn vow to “try not to offend anyone with what I say,” the despot known as “ZacheSnacke” feels content to molest him off of the platform! Well I say enough is enough! Heroes like Allblades, real heroes, should not be subjected to the tyranny of internet dicktators like “ZachySnacki!” We, the playerbase of LOTC, must force them to do better! That is why I encourage everyone to upvote and comment their good words on Allblades latest appeal: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/216573-in-game-ban-allblades-appeal/?tab=comments#comment-1936299 . Share your stories. Share how he changed YOUR lives. Together, we can make a difference, and repay but a small fraction of the debt we all owe to Allblades. 

#FREEALLBLADES

#WEWUZKANGS

#RIPBOZOELIZABETH

#1997ICEPICKMASSACRE

#ZACOSNACHOISOVERPARTY

When I say Allblades is a hero; I mean it quite literally. When we went skydiving together and my parachute malfunctioned, he took off his parachute and gave it to me - the greatest act of virtue, a self sacrifice. Miraculously, as God must have intended, Allblades survived the fall unscathed. This, on top of numerous other accounts of good deeds and him being a pillar of the community, leads me to wholeheartedly believe that he should be unbanned.

+1, an absolute vital player in the community. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. I can definitely attest for his leadership and integrity, as I once witnessed him save a school bus full of kids from a crash.

[!] This is a letter directed to one character, so if you are not that person then do not assume this knowledge IC. Usually I frown upon these types of posts but I figured it might be entertaining to read regardless of context and IC involvement.
 

@Jentos

A Letter to A Friend:

My life boils down to this one question; to which I must find the answer. They said that once I find the answer, everything will make sense, and I will be at peace, and I will have a reason. And so I have spent my whole life searching. Searching the minds of those around me, of those rich and poor, who have varying degrees of wisdom. Searching the natural world with the hope I might find the answer. Searching the depths of my own mind. Searching for the answer to a question I do not know.

Searching… searching

Every time, I feel it on the tip of my tongue, but then remember that I do not know the question to which I am seeking the answer for. Is it the meaning of life? I am hell-bent on this paradoxical dilemma, and it always leads me back to the same place. And in that place I realize that perhaps there was nothing to figure out after all. And maybe that is the answer - I cannot know.

It is hard to see the dream, when I am lost inside of one,

I feel the God’s tears because the evil has begun,

I looked up to the sky but I couldn’t see the sun,

For the gates have closed behind us,

And we have all been shunned.

I write you this letter to tell you that we were wrong, and now the world must carry their own sins again. The gates have closed, and there can be no passage back to the place we were before. I am leaving, and I implore you to abandon the frivolous mission, and embrace instead our true purpose. I will await you to accept my offer.

~ Yahya

+1. A pillar of the community whose integrity I can personally vouch for, on account of my many experiences with him. He saved my infant daughter's life by pulling her from a burning building once.