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What's your favorite niche of RP? Scholar RP/spooky stuff Who is someone you admire or look up to on LOTC, whether or not they play anymore? MiniGuy, first to welcome me into the server and acted as a guide for my earlier noob existence. What's your most memorable RP encounter? I suck at remembering stuff but my recent rp with you has been very enjoyable. Some good ol' philosopher debates are always fun. Though, I believe my best encounter ever might have been when I ran into a spook meeting when bored and running around the map, only to swear allegiance to a Wight. What's your favorite place to RP at? At this very moment do not have a specific place, though one spooky place has been rather enjoyable and active the past few weeks. Why do you enjoy the current community you play in? I go from place to place so never end up really tied to one community. Often they fade away with time and I move on to the next. How has LOTC grown and developed since you first started playing? I've not been here for as long as many others, but I feel like combat has definetly changed for the better. The change from PVP default to CRP has been such a blessing. Why do you play LOTC? I adore the stories I get to tell with my char, the encounters with others on the server. Even when it sometimes feels small and perhaps mostly in my head, what my character does and goes through is enjoyable to me.

Wandering the lands of yore, an elf clad in plate quietly ponders to himself. Eyes moving over the words written, in thought at the riddle as he ever wanders. Words were traded with a passing trader, a debate on the true meaning behind the riddle yet all was to no use. The elf had to learn it himself. After many days of wandering, he eventually sets a new destination, the once tainted lands, the words having falling into place.

Take care champ, loved the few interactions we had

OH SHIT ITS MOTHER FECKING WILLY WONKA RP LETS GOOOOOOO

Divinity Original Sins 2

Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark...

Johan thinks it's pretty poggers as the kids say

"Well isn't that fun, two invitations." Johan mumbles lightly to himself reading over the public missive. Preparing a gift for the weddings pair.

no more auction house

Who is your favourite mage ever? (me)

Perhaps staff might not be pure evil after all.

Signs everywhere? Oh boy yeah

Any easy way for moderation to well, moderate it? Plugin looks amazing tho

Jakob smiles reading over the paper over and over until the sun falls beyond the horizon and a pale moon rises. Folding it up eventually deep in the night as his son once more decides to require attention. And so he holds his son until he joins his wife in bed. "Vy truly wrote a masterpiece dear." He whispers to Klara, eventually falling asleep next to her.

The young squire Jakob Dimitrey kneels one final time as the Kings body falls on the cold stone ground in the square of Haense. Leaning upon his bastard sword and mumbling a few quiet words. "Klara will be save, I will honor my promise."

Any type of RP that interests you that you still want to try out? Be it for a specific magic, cult stuff etc etc.

a bearded man gazes over the burning city. Having fled out of the house to the hills. Debating on finding a new home with the city turning to ash.

Jakob Dmitrey Morovar smiles brightly as he was handed a copy of the public missive. A bright day and future ahead of him, sleeping contently that night.

Death of Courage "Great adversity has a beauty — it is the fire that tempers the blade." It was a long day. Orris Atmorice made his way home within the city of Fenn. Spear dragging after him over the ground. Sharp and cold like the freezing north. It has been a long time. Exhaustion plagued the elf, gaze had been tired for all those years. A demon plagued his mind, a woman, a pretender. Pretending to be kind. Yet poison is all she spoke to his ears. That which Plagues the mind Poison in the form of a false wine had been gifted to the servant of Courage all those moons ago. The nights became long, anger grew inside but mostly anxiety. Eyes searching in the dark, all set on him, Orris. It felt like around every corner someone was out to get him, making him no longer sleep. For too long it went on, and his mind was set upon one person. A Challenge Accepted "Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism... or cowardice." After what felt like ages of searching for the person that plagued his mind, a letter came in. a foul omen, a challenge he couldn’t deny. Courage ran through his veins, Malchediael’s light guided his mind. And it guided him to the tavern. The challenge was accepted and a fight commenced. Yet he was outnumbered, his magic did not help yet he fought with all he could. Until he was unconscious and he was dragged off. Not the End, yet. “In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings…” Far below the earth, through dark tunnels and around corners the body was dragged. The first thing he asked upon awakening. “Why am I not dead yet?”. It was there he spoke with his captor, and where his final words were written down. Deep down he assumed it didn’t matter, that the letter wouldn’t be sent out and that it all was a lie. Yet it was the last thing that he could indirectly say to his wife. So, words poured out, the final letter and a final request, to have his ring handed over to her. Doom "And now the true test... hold fast, or expire?" Saw meets flesh, cutting meat and bone, separating limb from torso. Ear piercing screams echo through the chambers. The torture felt like forever in his mind yet was only mere minutes in truth. Both of his arms were removed, carried out of the chambers after. It was there he stared towards it, his doom. An invincible force lifted him up like a doll, playing with the proud Templar in his barely conscious state. The Final Act of Courage “Look how weak you are, how you failed your God.” The demonic voice spits out, the smile hearable in its voice. “Courage… I have nothing but been courageous.” He mumbles over before a flash of light emits from his body. The blinding light of Malchediael shining through him one last time, a spit in the face of that demonic power. A smile on Orris face with that final act, even with all the pain. Proud till the end as his body was torn apart, separated from his soul and dragged into the deepest pits of hell. Evil unleashed upon the world by his failures. The end of a warrior of Courage, the start of something evil.

From the old Ghaestenwald keep in the lands of Haense, Jakob sat. He had heard the news a while ago, yet never gave it much thought besides "What happened, happened." Yet as the young man spends time in the study, reading different books, a quiet sorrow starts to form. Thoughts twirl around, picking up words from different books. An odd feeling. Jakob quietly thinks. About how John came to him, accusing him indirectly of being with Klara behind his back. Something at the time not true, but he couldn't deny his feelings. "He... did not deserve this..." It's all the young man could whisper to himself. Clenching his hair within his hand. "He loved her... he made a mistake... he did not deserve to die for it." With those thoughts, he lets a sigh escape. Taking in a deep breath of air after. Debating what he has said and done. "But I would have killed him if the Koeng told me to do so... and he almost did. I should not judge."

Who is your bestest of friends? (It's me, I won't take another answer)

Jakob Dimitrey Morovar lets a sigh escape reading the letter. Having it witnessed from the start, he simply shakes his head. "John... foolish boy, should have walked off when ea told vy to." Is all he uttered out to himself before tossing the paper away.