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  1. hi ! the aaunic book club is up and running soon, pls join our discord if u wanna be involved :) if i missed u in dms im so so sorry i forgot who all dmed me !! 

    https://discord.gg/Qtxne6yzEY

  2. Aided by her father, who, up until this point had been relatively absent from court life, Margot-Lucilla sauntered down the aisle of the chapel. The woman– no longer a girl– realized that this ceremony was somewhat unimportant to the peers of Aaun. For a day, they will talk about how the thirty-year-old de Lewes spinster wed a man ten years her junior, how her birthing years are almost up, how she needs to produce an heir suitable for Robert. The melodies haunted the air, hanging over her like a cloud of thick gray fog. And then she saw Robert, tan skin and blonde hair glistening in the dim chapel, standing at the altar. Robert, who she had known for three years prior to the wedding. Margot let a breath escape her lips, separating the thick fog of melodies away from her head. With a steady smile, Margot-Lucilla recited her vows and Robert his. The two sealed the deal with a quick kiss with scattered applause to end the ceremony.
  3. THE NUPTIALS Perhaps every woman feels sweat dripping down her back, wearing her mothers wedding gown from three decades and five years on her wedding day. Perhaps, as every woman walked down the aisle, she felt two things: a sense of pride, for her family– that she had endeared herself so much so that she had made an advantageous marriage to a count, and remembering that her last moments free, however free a woman could be, were fleeting. The pianist pressed down on the keys. Aided by her father, who, up until this point had been relatively absent from court life, Margot-Lucilla sauntered down the aisle of the chapel. The woman– no longer a girl– realized that this ceremony was somewhat unimportant to the peers of Aaun. For a day, they will talk about how the thirty-year-old de Lewes spinster wed a man ten years her junior, how her birthing years are almost up, how she needs to produce an heir suitable for Robert. The melodies haunted the air, hanging over her like a cloud of thick gray fog. And then she saw Robert, tan skin and blonde hair glistening in the dim chapel, standing at the altar. Robert, who she had known for three years prior to the wedding. Margot let a breath escape her lips, separating the thick fog of melodies away from her head. With a steady smile, Margot-Lucilla recited her vows and Robert his. The two sealed the deal with a quick kiss with scattered applause to end the ceremony. Outside the chapel, a carriage, white and purple with the Haverlock sigil on the doors, awaited the newlyweds. The bride and her groom stepped into the carriage, one at a time, Margot’s eyes glued to the floor of the carriage. “To new beginnings.” Spoke Robert. “To new beginnings,” Margot said, the words like candy on her tongue. “To new beginnings.”
  4. if you follow the "show, don't tell" rule in roleplay how do you incorporate it? im trying to incorporate it into my own roleplay but im having a bit of trouble lol

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    2. Unwillingly

      Unwillingly

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      recommend checking out this section of this video (and just checking out this channel in general, it's one of my favorites, offers a LOT of tremendously helpful writing/character advice). this guy talks about how the "show don't tell" rule isn't always correct, and in other videos he talks about how it's more important to know when to use show/tell rather just using it at all times. we can just as easily apply this to RP as we can to any other form of writing

    3. squakhawk

      squakhawk

      some p decent advice here 

       

      it mostly comes down to acknowledging narrative for your character is going to be more real and important to you than anybody else. how would your character really feel? how would they manifest that? 

       

      I had an ex who had a big problem picking at her nails whenever she was anxious. It wasn’t something I noticed until i spent a lot of time with her, and that’s something that reflects on characters too. Anethra, my high elf, would pick her nails a lot. It was something I emoted that most people picked up on as just filling dead air for emotes and padding space. But those moments when you’re really in tune with your character and showing subtlety are what’s really special. It’s harder to do on a cooperative narrative like lotc than in books, but it also allows that unique opportunity where you aren’t in control of what other people say. 

       

      Garden your character and let them grow. let them surprise you and think in depth about quirks, characteristics, morals, boundaries your character may have. Anethra never once stepped on a gold line because it was morally beneath her. She never let her palms get cut at gates because it’d scar and she’d feel ugly. Whenever someone slighted her she’d give the same smile or laugh. People will follow interesting characters and want to learn more about them. Playing someone who tells you their full story on their skin and name is someone who can’t quite match that because you just kind of know who they are. 

       

      some great advice here though and it translates across mediums and types of storytelling. hope you have fun 😊

    4. Ibn Khaldun

      Ibn Khaldun

      @ydegirl I hope what I provide may be more helpful & directly related to your question now that you've given me an example:

       

      You need to always bear in mind that, as a player/gamer, you are the only one who inherently has access to "the mind" of the character you are playing. You are telling too much if you are expressing thoughts in your emotes. Emotions and the expression of those emotions are another area where one can go a long way showing, not telling. In the narrative form that LotC has by way of 'character' dialogue & emotes, describing the corresponding body language, facial expressions, and other visual cues of the emotion would be appropriately showing, not telling.

       

      Example based on what you gave: "Wow, here is some text," she said as her eyebrows raised. Her lips curled into a smile.

       

      This example neither describes your character's thoughts (or act of thinking) nor does it make a direct reference to the emotion. The body language & facial expression does the lifting here.

       

      Another example: Mahpiya taps his forefinger against his chin and let out an audible oh.

       

      This example once again lets body language & facial expression do the heavy lifting. Even without context, one can probably infer that Mahpiya is expressing either confusion, interest, or wonder.

       

      I do think that, generally speaking, injecting adjectives to the body language, facial expression, & other visual cues are fine as it is usually done to help the reader solidly "categorize" what emotion, intention, or thought the player means to convey through their character.

  5. WOMEN OF ANTIQUITY READING CLASSICAL LITERATURE, c. 1300s ✎ THE AAUNIC BOOK CLUB Her Ladyship, Amelia Paulina of Virdain has a deep love for literature. The former Baroness has sought it fit to establish a book club in Aaun for those who too have a deep love for literature. Those interested in joining the book club should seek out Amelia Paulina or write to her, activities within the club will include critically analyzing the books, poems, etc., that are read. Meetings shall be held in the Aaunic tavern, or the library. To join the book club, one must be in good standing with the Aaunic government and attend meetings when announced. However, one does not need to be a citizen of Aaun to join. Please join. The former Baroness is very bored. SIGNED, HER LADYSHIP, AMELIA PAULINA OOC
  6. Somewhat bored of her country manor -- which had a plethora of servants at her will -- the (retired) Baroness Amelia of Virdain planned her next vacation.
  7. what happened to all the ppl who would play in al-faiz

    1. ibraheemc2000

      ibraheemc2000

      they vibing in a camp behind Hyspia doing their own thing rn

    2. Chrisoulis777

      Chrisoulis777

      we still here, vibing in hyspia doing there own thing

       

    3. Werew0lf

      Werew0lf

      4 minutes ago, ibraheemc2000 said:

      they vibing in a camp behind Hyspia doing their own thing rn

       

      inshallah 

  8. A Temesch nun of yore frowned, Hélène Marléaïs Temesch (or sometimes referred to as the bastardized version of her name: Helen Marly) remembered the glory days; the days of the Archduchy. Catherine Temesch (or now Moere) never recalled living in Stassion, only Whitespire, where her mother worked in the courts of Aaun. How odd!
  9. As she read the missive, Amelia, Henri's mother, simply murmured: "You cannot escape your mother's blood."
  10. House de Lewes presents… T H E P E O P L E ’S P A G E A N T of 1 9 6 1 An ancient pagan goddess. [Art by Julius Johann Ferdinand Kronberg] Baroness Amelia of Virdain invites any and all citizens of Aaun in good standing with the United Kingdom of Aaun to compete in a pageant of talents, looks, and interviews. Each participant shall participate in all three categories. There will be a limit of 5 men allowed and 5 women, combining to a total of 10 participants. The winner of the pageant will be given a sum of 100 mina and the decorative title ‘The Loyalist Pageant Goer of Aaun’. The event shall take place in the theater of Whitespire. IF YOU PLAN ON PARTICIPATING, PLEASE FILL THIS SHEET OUT. Name: Age: Gender: Place of residency within Aaun: Are you in good standing with the Aaunic government?: TIMETABLE The Talent Show Each participant will be required to showcase a talent of theirs, whether it be singing, dancing, reciting poetry, swordsmanship, or something else not listed. These talents must be safe and cannot harm anyone, else there will be risk of disqualification. Dummies will be provided for those who need them. Cultural Wear Catwalk This category allows the participant to show off their culture. The looks will be based on how fine the garment is, detail and cleanliness. Participants will have a chance to present themselves in a catwalk like manner. The Interview For the final event of the night, there will be an interview of the participants. Before the questions are asked, participants will be asked their name and age. Then, three questions will be asked for the participants to answer. First, what defines an upstanding citizen of Aaun? Secondly, how are you an exemplary citizen of Aaun? And finally, what is your biggest flaw and how do you plan on changing it? SIGNED HER LADYSHIP, Amelia Paulina de Lewes, Baroness of Virdain, Directress of the Plane
  11. omg im like 90% sure this was one of my skins hehe. sry i deleted her </3
  12. R E C O U N T I N G R E B E L L I O N by A M E L I A D E L E W E S CONTENTS Preface Prelude The Adrian Rebellion The Aftermath I. PREFACE The Adrian Rebellion was a tumultuous period in my life. Words cannot begin to describe how I felt and how it affected me throughout my adulthood. I must admit, as I’m quickly approaching my seventh decade on the soil God has created, the facts have left me some. I have tried my best to recount the Adrian Rebellion in a factual way while also giving my perspective as the daughter of Sigismond Varoche, the man who some would argue had started the rebellion. Of course, my view will be biased. The Adrian and Neo-Renatian commanders executed my beloved father, Sigismond, and brother, Charles. I, in good consciousness, cannot be unbiased against Veletzians and Adrians, as I, nor any Varoche to my understanding, has received any form of apology. This memoir will serve three portions of my life; the Prelude, the Rebellion itself, and the Aftermath. I have done my best to condense these events, as they happened over a twenty year period. With that in mind, please enjoy Recounting Rebellion. II. PRELUDE In my youth, Adria was a bustling city– which some would even call the Heart of Aaun on Almaris. My sister, Lorina, and I would often play in the town square together and gossip, usually about other Adrians. A common misconception I hear about the Adrian Rebellion was that my father and Heinrik had some sort of animosity towards each other, however, this was untrue. Heinrik, then the Duke of Adria, and my father seemed to be very close. They frequently enjoyed each other’s company and seemed to be confidants. Admittedly, it does anger me when people get this wrong. Sigismond Varoche was not power hungry, he was a justice seeker. Lorina and I had no idea that my father would accuse Heinrik of eight crimes, including kinslaying, adultery, consorting with Azdrazi, as well as more heinous crimes. Suffice to say, when HEINRIK’S FOLLY was released to the public, Lorina and I were astonished. We had no idea of his wrongdoings. In fact, I idolized Heinrik in a way until then. Should memory serve me correctly, we fled Adria in the following months. I took refuge with my fiance, and later husband, Fernand, Baron of Virdain. After his manor was sacked by Adrian forces, I sought refuge in Minitz with Fernand’s sister, and my dearest friend, Henriette. I was relatively safe in Minitz. My one mistake, however, was when I ventured back to the Virdain manor to retrieve books– I always had a fondness for books– this man, who was tanned with dark eyes and darker hair, had attacked me. Somehow, I managed to escape– I lied about who I was, claiming I was but a simple farmer. This encounter cemented what I previously thought was impossible: the war was real. War, as I have learned, was not a part of the barbaric, imperial past. III. THE REBELLION In the dead of night, we fled. We had little to carry, and I would not be reunited with my family for another ten years. This period of time was intense, as I had little contact with my dearest– and favorite– sister, Lorina. I was cooped up in a manor I had not known as my own, and later on, Minitz. I had lost contact with my father as well, which worried me greatly. For days, I did not leave my bedroom in Minitz, I was deeply depressed. To add to my spiraling, my brother, Charles and my father had been captured by Adrian forces in Petra. Within the next few days, they were swiftly executed. The news reached me in the early hours of the night during my nightly prayer. Hysteria consumed me, and I did not speak or eat for days at a time. I entered a religious fervor, praying almost all hours of the day. I began to carry multiple rosaries with me. Because I was not eating, my hair began to fall out; and my body had begun to produce more hair on my body. I felt like an ape. Adrian forces marched upon Minitz soon after. I remember hearing the cacophony of horses neighing, women and children screaming, swords clashing together and the screams of the Waldenians. It’s something burned into my mind. Luckily, I was able to flee, freeing myself of any harm. We fled through the back gates, me and about a dozen Waldenians. One mother, middle-aged and willowy with red hair, had lost her daughter. “Katrin! Ich habe sie verloren! Ich habe Katrin verloren!” She pleaded with the smuggler, “Sie ist erst zwölf!” the mother begged and pleaded with the smuggler until her voice had escaped her. That night, I prayed she found Katrin. The King of Aaun had issued the people of Adria terms of peace, which Heinrik promptly rejected. I, for one, was appalled that the King of Aaun would even think of negotiating with these barbarians. It was a slap in the face to me. For another year fighting ensued. Petty raids had us fearful of the future. Towards the end of the war, Heinrik was summoned to Karosgrad for reconciliation with the Canonist Church. The then Pontiff, who’s name escapes me, had sentenced him to death. A battle broke out and once more, I fled– this time from Karosgrad. The war had ended with the Battle of Two Churches, with an overwhelming Adrian victory. IV. THE AFTERMATH With the Rebellion over, life was to continue on as normal. Fernand and I wed, had children, built our manor in the floodplains. My brother, Emilio had taken up the title of Count of Varoche, later Baron of Napoliza, and his mother, Anna of Alstion, had become a judite nun. Lorina and I reunited, remaining in contact until her final disappearance. Before she left, Lorina had become a priestess, and started a settlement– Lemon Hill– with a mutual friend of ours, Ser Morgan. Now, forty-four years later, I witness the same war I had in my youth, albeit with a different enemy. As Adria was in my youth, the leader of Veletz has been excommunicated from Canondom, bound to a fiery afterlife. There is much to be learned from the Adrian Rebellion and my story, such as the importance of family, the importance of piety, and of course, how War changes one. It is my hope that Veletz, the successor state of Adria, perishes once and for all after this war has ended, for I cannot bear to live seeing those people thrive any longer.
  13. guys should i learn how to build and become a rlly good  Builder..

    1. Unwillingly

      Unwillingly

      yes it's a very useful skill for yourself and others and also u can do commissions

    2. alien_mc

      alien_mc

      yes i Think you Should

  14. hey girl do u know where i can find the yearning at...

  15. From her confines in the chateau de Cors-Midden, news of her nephew's death was delivered to her by a handmaid. Amelia, the hysteric Baroness, did not light a candle, nor did she cry; instead-- she sat there, unresponsive.
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