Nozgoth

[!] 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.

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

[!] 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

consider this a rewrite

A clever illustration depicting what would seem to most as three dwarves surrounded by mushrooms. Long-Tunnel’s Fathomless Fruits The story went like this: There once lived an old creature, as old as the hills some say, and this creature had no name. He seemed somewhere in between a wiseman and a druid, and was often seen peddling various goods to and fro between villages and towns now unknown. He was stout but gangly, with green skin, cobbled yellow teeth, and a nose that sharply hooked downward. The creature was a goblin. And since he had no name, he took off to explore with the hope of finding one. On his journey, the goblin encountered many oddities and curious things. One day, he came upon a curious fruit that was born directly of the earth; a mushroom, as most know them. But this was no regular mushroom, it was peculiar, and the goblin could tell just by looking at it. So he consumed it, and up until that day, he had no name. Now he was Long-Tunnel, at least that is the moniker he came to claim. So Long-Tunnel he became. Long-Tunnel went on to discover two more peculiar species of fungi, learning how to cultivate them himself, and this is said to be how the mystical fruits spread far and wide across the world. They were sought after for the potent psychoactive effects that take hold upon consumption. [Reagent] Madcap [Reagent] Golden Elephant [Reagent] White Rabbit

who wants to make a new character with me and have our characters be hippies and then slowly devolve into wooks

[!] A missive was found around, written in the same scribble as the recently published manuscript. “This angel that you have bestowed will not relent, And relent I do not ask it.” COME, MY FANATICS YLK’MESH, the manuscript, was a persuasive message with good intent. I now write to you another persuasive message so that we may all convene. I am the author of that script, and if you do not believe it, then I suppose you will have to come and be proven otherwise. For I was sent here, and if you believe it, then you were too. I propose a gathering. A gathering that will be held for all interested, for the skeptical, and even the weary traveler who is passing by. We will engage in that which I preach, and all will be revealed in due time. The location and date of said gathering is to be announced. To the dawn of a new empire, I invite you, dear reader. ~ Ylkopsis Important

two words: shroom forest. Can we get a fantastical mushroom forest?

[!] A strange manuscript is found plastered on walls, in the backs of libraries, and on the doorsteps of peasants. Behold: Author’s note: "As I walk these halls I once knew, it came to me; though I am past this place, I still linger. I still cling to the last bead of hope. For this place is part of me. I am scared to take the leap. I have tried before, and fell back into the pit with no bottom. Hell, I am here again. So now I write you this text - be it a farewell, or a confession, I know not, but it holds the sick secrets of my unraveling mind." The Exordium The mind is a feeble thing. Though we credit ourselves for being so high, so holy, we are the most susceptible to suffering. Our thin flesh binds us to the image of our maker. Our intricate mind is prone to sickness and disease. In fact, it is seldom that a man is found who is not ill. Everybody is, but it has become mundane. We are insane, and those who are not simply lack the capacity to be. However, I cannot fault them for this because I must ask; who is really “winning”? The default answer is that there is no true winner or loser, for there only is. One holds only the responsibility to be, and nothing else. That is your only duty. Yet we feel compelled to do everything but that. Our mind thrusts us into stress and madness. We are propelled unto the forefront of Hell. And when faced with that bottomless pit, we succumb, time, and time again. Here I offer a tool - not to resist, nor to succumb, but to withstand. This is the way to the salvation that religion promises but does not deliver, that the philosopher claims but does not attempt. The rite may be used by anyone, at any time, for any purpose. I, the bestower, will not judge. Some live by the rite, and die by the rite, for that is precisely what it is. It is a way of life. It is a means to escape the tragic reality that we are faced with. Imagine that you could live beyond your mind, separate from the body and the world. You exist outside of the realm of suffering, since you know that nothing is real. And because nothing is real, you are made permanent and impermeable to all. In this thought process, you unlock the key to transcending man-hood. All it takes is a leap. Follow not the Moon, for she cannot shine without the Sun. The Malleability of Flesh Transcendence is the ultimate hubris of man - a thing that has been sought after for as long as man can remember. We have been given the tools to manipulate, change, transform, and achieve metamorphosis. I have heard it, I have seen it, and I have lived it. There are those who claim to exist beyond their flesh–bending it and shaping it to fit their needs–and yet even they are still bound to this world. So would it be so daring to say that we were not meant to transcend our bodies? We were meant to transcend humanity through metamorphosis; the making of ourselves into God-like ziggurats from which we will become our own masters. Yes indeed, flesh is an extremely malleable thing. Somehow it can be twisted and contorted so that it bears no semblance to its original form, and still maintain its rigidity. This rigidity is the walls of the prison, a crucial thing, for without those walls we would have no basis from which to envision ourselves. For this reason, the transcension of flesh is a fool's errand, one which I deem to be impossible. In all our apollonian mastery and knowledge, we do not possess the ability to transcend flesh. Instead, we were given the tools to undergo a great change into oneness. Why could this be? It was not without purpose - this is our destiny - this is our salvation. Believe that you will fly, and you will fly. Reabsorbed - forced to carry out a pitiful existence again. I sat… cried… contemplated. “What should I do now?” I asked, but heard no answer. No amount of pleading to others would help me there, for I alone had the answer. Succumb to reckless abandon. The world is a constantly shifting vortex of meaning and emotion, so do not try to pretend that you have some sort of balance. A facet of the world; you were born of this same chaos. Do what you were told not to do - what is considered “savage”, or “unacceptable”. For these labels were placed on the irrational to keep you out and away from the truths that you will be presented with. Only in those moments of complete desolation and reckless abandon will the truth become abundantly clear. There, some form of true vision is to be found. Your consciousness is all there is. All that you perceive has already been warped and twisted by your mind. Become aware of that, learn to accept it, and then embrace it. Do not ignore anything, and do not fight anything - become one with that thing, and let it flow through and past you. This is a dangerous pursuit, yet it yields the greatest reward if accomplished. Be wary that you may steer yourself in the wrong direction and end up further from the goal than you ever were. There are two poles and a center to everything. Understand the poles first, and then find the center. Once you know you are ready, delve into the thought that all things are your consciousness, and you are all there is. Let yourself swallow yourself. Witness the depths of inception. Though torn and time-worn, our old eyes yet serve a purpose. Upon the intense revelation that you are everything, that you are me, that I am you, and that we are all, it will become obtusely apparent that the reality before us is primarily constructed by your mind (which is our mind). It may then occur to you that everything you ever knew was fallacious, however you would be wrong in thinking that. There are messages, hidden in patterns and symbols, that were dotted throughout the known world with the intent of you discovering them. These messages brought me here, and if you believe it, then they brought you here too. Perhaps your finding of this manuscript was on purpose (as all things are). Perhaps I was meant to write these words. The state in which you are able to recognize these patterns and symbols for what they are, and connect them to the realization of reality, is called True vision. This state rarely comes and always goes, and we spend most of our time in some form of either blindness or madness. As aforementioned, there are two poles and a center to everything. True vision is the center, and blindness and madness are at its flanks. True vision is the ability to view yourself and the world with no inherent bias. It is the ability to simply be - to be in bliss. “Someone then, put the messages there. Was it I?” Invoke him - the angel - he will show you. The Sacrament Dark thoughts - avoid the dark thoughts. Suppress the urge. Listen to them. Listen to the advice that they have; the advice that you need, because they know better. Because you are irrational, insane, and lesser than them. Because you are not wise. If you related to or acted upon anything that I have written thus far, you may be experiencing this same inner monologue as I have just demonstrated. My behavior has almost always been determined by the reinforcement, whether positive or negative, of those around me. There are some who appreciate the rash acts that I perform, or perhaps they reinforce these acts of mine because they find it humorous. Then there are those who would seek to see me act more rationally, more composed - more monotonous and robotic. It is irrelevant who is more good-willed than the other in this argument, because the only way to solve this dilemma is by deciding yourself how you should behave. And you will come to the conclusion that what I preach is the truth. So invoke him, the angel, for he will show you. Step 1: Understand that the world, and everyone who inhabits it, including yourself, are an illusion. Step 2: Understand that your consciousness is all, and that all is a projection of that consciousness. Step 3: Tear down the barriers, both internally and externally. Flow freely, back and forth, and in between states and phases. Don’t conform to the world, let the world conform to you. Step 4: Believe that the angel brought you here, and he brought you here. Step 5: Call out to the angel. Ask him to show you. Step 6: The angel will show you, and you will understand the sacrifice, you will know what must be done. Step 7: Construct YLK’MESH, The Temple of Flesh. The sacrament will not be easy. It will take us through the most crown of mountain peaks and the deepest of chasms. But there is no salvation without sacrifice. There is no true brilliance without madness. It takes both light and dark to create whatever lies between. Only in unity can we have salvation. Those who will not unite will be united. “Amass a force greater than any before, and set it to build me.” he said. YLK’MESH, TEMPLE OF FLESH In a reality where we are met with an impending fate, there calls for rash and brazen actions. What if, despite everything you do, you were barreling toward an unavoidable conclusion? Just as when we first began, in the end of things, we will have a choice. This ability to choose is a reflection of the true will of everything, even if it is only present in those moments of finality. Set your course now; pledge yourself to the temple - the true ending. YLK’MESH, temple of flesh, hear my pleads, Have my death, For YLK’MESH, ‘til my last breath, I’m in your stead, And shall not relent. YLK’MESH, heart-like-stone, Though made of flesh, your seeds are sown, Though made in dark, your light - it shone, YLK’MESH, One Emperor, I am your throne. What would take an army ten years to build, will take us nine weeks. YLK’MESH is a pyramid that will be erected from the earth, wrought with the flesh of every mortal man. For through the sacrifice of our individual bodies we will undergo metamorphosis and ascend into a greater, non-human race. The one race. Or, what some would call, the Fifth Lord - but those who still believe in that old faith should know that I speak the true interpretation. ‘Lo the venation of the angel. The spirit inside me. Once upon a time, in a strange, faraway place, there lived a spirit. And the spirit desperately desired a body. So he embarked on a wayward journey to scour the world for a body. It found a town, and called out and said, “Someone, please, give me your body!” and nobody answered. For it was grand and vast, and hence could fit into no mortal body. So it divided itself into many pieces, one for each person in the world. In the beginning, the presence of the spirit was strong in every body, but it became diluted as the people had children and passed it down through generations. In its desperation, the spirit became so divided that it was no longer itself. The people whose bodies it inhabited began to forget about the spirit. Even though it now had a body, it lost its will and control and no longer had a use for a body. And so it thought to itself, “Maybe I did not need a body in the first place.” And then everyone said, “We will make ourselves all one, so that you are whole again!” So they built a pyramid, and named it after the name of the spirit. How wonderful of a vessel it made, YLK’MESH… ~ Ylkopsis

Never agreed with a post more. Players that remain here basically condemn themselves. Only solution is to leave. Server is in a bad state right now, but it's always been like this, everybody is only just realizing it now. Better late than never though.