Nozgoth

This server is meaningless without Pund ): For real though, you were one of the first people I really met on LOTC and introduced me to a lot of the cool stuff, and generally just gave me a chance and stuck around with me when others did not. And you also helped me out with my ban and all that, so it’s sad to see you go, but the light is brighter at the end of the tunnel, and then at its brightest when you leave. Have a good one bro!

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A THESIS ON PURITY; GOLD BEGETS GOLD Since the ascension of the high elven race from mud to silver, our bodies have been pure. Our eyes, our hair, our fair skin; it is these characteristics which we believe to be the difference between us, and the elves who still bathe in mud and live like the most primitive of our predecessors. And then we reckon that it was the pools of gold who bestowed this upon us. While that may be the inciting incident, I believe there is more that can be deciphered from our nature - in fact, I believe that the truth lies behind the natural science of The World. The World is in constant motion, always enacting its laws and forces upon the many denizens and happenings of itself. Each moment in time when the sun shines down, we are graced with heat and warmth. And then from the heat and warmth, plants grow, which are then eaten by insects, which are then eaten by animals, which are then eaten by larger creatures, and then inevitably these things find themselves all the way back at stage one. This is the never-ending cycle, but despite its name, it is not as all-powerful as we are led to believe. To turn one force of The World against its original purpose is to disrupt the balance of nature. But we are above nature, are we not? We are above abiding by the balance and natural law, yes? The esteem of the high elven society might lead us to believe that, but alas, for as long as it is The World which we inhabit, and the forces of The World which we practice in, we cannot transcend its boundaries and laws. For it is the philosophy of The World which we practice, and only out in The World may we find its benefactors, we cannot produce them ourselves. Once we understand this simple fact, the connection between our purity and everything else begins to make sense. Just as the alchemist strives to fabricate gold from lead, we were made silver from gold. It is in a process of distillation; akin to the constant distillation which The World enacts upon itself; akin to the distilled reagents which we mix, and akin to the aqua vitae which they are put into. When we do this, we are as well distilling our souls, just as they once were long ago in the pools only told about in legends. All things pure have a beginning, a source, of which should be spoken about deliberately. This mindfulness is only one step in a vast ocean of what makes us pure. Written and Authored by Saevel Sythaerin, Grand Philosophus Co-Written by Adreniel Elibar’acal

I think doctorfate had some good points and made some pretty good ideas

I haven't taken the time to fully read through each potion's abilities, though I really appreciate the effort you've put in. The concept of using event items is also interesting, though might be unorthodox and impractical as seen with the nature of certain necromantic rituals.

favourite reformed player? (and why it is me)

"Ah, purity, of course. A thing often sought after though unfortunately seldom accomplished within this world of impurity. Everything under the sun, from the stars to the trees to the very walls of our Silver City are impure. And only in this filth may we transcend the boundaries that the maker of impurity has confined us in." Spoke Saevel, a philosopher.

"HE IS ALL AND HIS GAZE INESCAPABLE!" Cried another.

Let it be known that the happenings of the following post are known by very few in roleplay. (Don't meta) THEN SPAKE THE SPIRIT Down, below the wretched tower and its workings was a cellar, sheltered deep within the earth by eternities of rock and dirt. It took what felt like centuries of descent to reach, and each stair step of stone only got colder and smoother the further one went. The Philosopher rushed down, a tray of vials and jars in his hands as he did and within a few moments he reached the cellar. But he was trailed by some foreign person, mysterious in nature and curious in mind - feasibly, he too could work with THE SPOKEN SPIRIT. The cellar was but a shell of the pompous and pristine thing that The Philosopher once worked with. Perhaps that nature was fragmented, split and splintered, for there was no courteous bow, there was no dip of the head and flaunt of his hands - his opulence had all but remained, left behind in a previous life in another age. Perhaps such a thing had been ABSOLVED? Then, some long discussion occurred between the two in the old cellar, shackled by cobwebs which further gave way to a disheveled appearance for the room. And then once more ‘The Philosopher’ began his work, though now it would be more appropriate to name himself something else; for there would be no philosophy here… philosophy requires order, deep ponderance, and wisdom. This was something far different - yes - there would be no other word to describe it than MADNESS. So the madness ensued, vigorously did chants flee the winding corridors of the cellar, nigh vigorous enough to breach the chasmic gap between him and The World’s surface. And they only grew more profound by the moment, rocking the room itself as a divine humming began to occur, further adding to what seemed to be a sacrament unspoken in ages. THEN SPAKE THE SPIRIT; “AB ORIGINE, ABSIT INIURIA, ABSIT INVIDIA, AB UNO DISCE OMNES, ABYSSUS ABYSSUM INVOCAT, A CAPITE AD CALCEM, ACTA NON VERBA, AD ALTIORA TENDO, AD ASTRA, AD FONTES!” boomed THE MADDENED, his word the word of GOD. Some ILL-FATED RITUAL took place in that cellar, twisting and contorting flesh took shape and what hadn’t been done in long ages finally befell once more. And this would only be THE FIRST of many, these words were only the first words that THE SPIRIT spoke.

now perhaps we can have the true darkest dungeon larp, stress

Some old and vast being could not help but take notice of the advertisement, his mouth frothing and hands twitching at the very suggestion of such a thing. But the Philosopher relented, a cave of character, for perhaps he would bring himself to visit 'The Cursed Cauldron'; "What a name", he thought.

yes yes, resort to insults once you've been proven wrong

objectively false, you're practicing herbalism. Alchemy is the study of the material plane (natural philosophy), it is not the plants that give you the potion, its the symbols deducted from said plants. And you can do much more with alchemy roleplay than make potions and screw around with herbs. Besides, it can be applied to a plethora of aesthetics and niches within itself.

nothing more ignorant has been said

Long have I awaited for the cosmic forces to rebound upon themselves and form common logic; something seldom found... This lore piece properly affirms the largely ignored concept of the void being antithetical to the material, even if some of the mechanics may be somewhat questionable. The latter point is the only quarrel I have.

[!] A letter would come to be found all about Almaris, decorated with festive green and red colours, jingling bells, and the stamp of a clown's nose at the bottom! [!] A depiction of the Honkler's and their captives! "Dear denizens of Almaris, and to whom this may concern, The Honklers, loyal servants of King John, and band of circus roamers have captured here Evelyn Wardsen af Orvar from Talon's Port, and a random Halfling. If they are of any importance, we, The Honklers will be asking for either two things, both of which are negotiable. One; A sum of minas, or Two; land, or other valuable items. If this is of interest to anyone, simply contact us by sending a bird to Sha'Quavis Honkler, found in Talon's Port or Eastfleet! Have a HONKLING day!"

Tri is based man

A lore piece such as this carries with it heavy implications which may be intentional or not; I think that it is crucial that you take time to really flesh it out and consider the concept on a deeper level.

Man.