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"Weakness pervades her - She abandons." A constant companion to that White Cat, that Mother, seethed. "Perhaps it is some long ruse?" That Cat returned in kind, her own tone amused. "I would see a ruse in an instant." That companion snapped, "She waited until the flame could no longer be brought to her fingertips, and ran off with her little dragon toy." "Awfully rude you're being." A hum, "We shall see just how far she goes."

josh moment way to bait and switch llir on god

"Let it be known." That woman muttered, as she read the missive over. "I, some coward, have caused the 'once great' to rally the world against me, and they still cannot do anything meaningful." "Three out of three scores of men, and they view this as an achievement."

"What fun!" Came the cry of some Cockroach, as she read the missive. "You find your home being raided fun?" Cried her shadow, four eyes peering. "Oh, dear me." A tut. "It is always fun."

"Looks a bit like a crow." Mused a reclusive woman, eyes scanning the missive, the icon having caught her eye, "He's lost his subtlety." "It was never subtle." Remarked her companion, her prisoner, her power. "I like this man." Was all the Prison had to say in return.

To Yera, and for all throughout Aevos, As my hound did earlier, I take pen to this paper to clarify my intentions. You have irritated me. Disdain drives my actions when I hear your name. Deny all you like to your people, for I know those who have walked your halls, and sat at your table. You hide behind pacts with the infested church, your actions buried like a corpse beneath your floorboards. I know your deeds are cloaked by the ill-informed, those who trust your word struck by the gravity of what you find acceptable, or simply too afraid to draw your ire. All is fair in the chase after me, isn’t it? I have been silent on your dealings with traitors, of you pacting with devils just for the bitterness of a revenge never found. I know the results of these dark dealings, the pain caused to your citizenry, and the fear in their eyes as they avoid the conversation. All is fair in love and war, you tell your advisors, as you lavish in the Calamity you inspire. This is the only respectable thing in your existence. Do not mistake my past silence for acquiescence. You have one year. One year to find closure. One year before I spread all that you have done. One year and let loose my hounds to scratch at your doors. The Eye Gazes, the March continues onward, The White Cat

(This follows all redlines of Prophecy lore, allowing any who possess some way to glean the future to acquire the contents of this post, and only those individuals) The first thing you notice is the near unbearable heat, as though you stood at the edge of the pits of the Hells yourself. You thought you were in total darkness, but the light adjusted, and you stood in a small, stone room. Beneath the earth, before an altar of black stone. Atop it sat a feline - A housecat, seemingly, with fur of pure white. A glow from its eyes, a wound at its heart. Blood pooled at your feet. Words rang in your ears, as the room came alight, a crimson fire beneath the animal. Engulfing it, but not consuming it. “The Eye gazes upon the world.” You felt as though this animal could see through you. “The White Cat gathers her hunters.” An image appeared in the flame. A bovine skull. Empty sockets are somehow filled with hate to rival every man to have ever lived. “The child of crimson has grown, the snow melts beneath her feet.” That animal grew before you, mutating. That blood from its chest came out in a font - Eternal bleeding, the puddle at your feet reached your ankles. A beast of unnatural ferocity stood, bearing teeth to rival a lion’s. That heat continued. “The Mother of Calamity approaches.” Rang that voice, clear and true, “To usher her Children.” Your perspective shifted, and you stood within the ashes of a razed city. The architecture was unfamiliar, as was the garb of the charred corpses that littered the streets. The only standing being was a woman with two heads, four beams of light bursting from behind her. Dressed in red, she spoke. “The First Seal is broken.” Came a choir of voices, before all went to black. You awoke, drenched in sweat. The image of a cat’s eye scorched into your mind. -------------------------------------

Could you state the justification behind these changes? I don't see why some constructs would be affected by wither as you've written here.

misread, my bad. also you mispelled it maleflame

Not to be Naztherak on top, but I would like to see a more tangible reason as to why Sorvians are immune to malflame, as other constructs with souls (or portions of those) within them are still affected in full.

Handling Inventory Recovery Requests Hello from the Triage Team! We’re the small team handling bug reports, and, topically, inventory recoveries. The purpose of this post is to streamline the process of these requests, due to the large number we’ve been getting, due to a few different ways your inventory can be duplicated or bugged in some way. To make these requests go smoother, and to get the items you’re missing back quicker, we’re implementing a preferred format to the treqs you’ll make. The format is as follows: Name of the persona affected (If the inventory of another persona was duplicated, please indicate which persona lost their inventory, and which persona had their inventory duplicated), approximate time the issue happened, and any identifiable items in your inventory that we can use to find the right snapshot. /treq Hi there my inventory was lost. persona: [Persona name] time frame: [date/time pm/am EST] Notable item(s): [ST signed, physical items name of item etc] Here’s an example: Also, a frequent issue our team is running into is time zone differences, which cause us to be unable to ask questions about the things you’ve lost, or even give you back your items. If you’re not sure you’ll be online at the same time as our triage members, you can put a chest down at the location of the ticket (the place where you run the command) with a password lock, and put the password to the chest in the ticket. This way, we can try and get to people who play at different time zones than us. Last thing to go over, the spoiler below will contain a non-exhaustive list of known things that can cause your inventory to bug out. While our techs work on fixing these issues, it’s best to try and circumvent these problems to make things easier on us and you.

Cursed parents refers to the people cursed to have a cursed child. Under the current lore, two cursed children do not create more cursed children.

+1, very good flavor

oh this world where I go "ouchie" when someone cuts me open and then burns me alive for being a witch

A neat idea, with one major comment - Specify limits on foodstuffs. Via this lore, you could have a single chocolate chip cookie that has the effects of three potions when consumed, and people aren't going to strip you of a cookie at the gates. Even with it taking 9 emotes, that's rather powerful.

While I'm not a fan of the concept (I think people get too caught up in "this would be cute" animal lore like this and duufles to really think about what rp they bring to the server), I have a couple critiques The BIG one is the stated background for their existing. Someone did a ferret breeding program to make them larger and more aggressive? You could do better, imo, incorporate it into a preexisting, even if minor, lore that would make it more interesting than just a breeding program. The fact that it's really just "big ferret" with nothing else really going for it is kind of boring, and I'd encourage you to add some more interactivity with the world of LOTC in specific, and not think of it in a vacuum. You've stated in a previous reply that these things can wear steel armor, which is a lot more powerful than you think, and has been a stated reason for other creature lore being denied. I'd think on this. Remember that lore, as a whole, is a collaborative effort. Making large ferrets is a great thing for a base idea, but if you want to see it used outside of just people who like ferrets, think about how these things can be worked into a story. I wish you luck in the loremag.

The White Cat, favored Oracle of Calamity, and zealot, licks blood from a scarlet-stained wrist, as her handiwork emblazons the sky.

at least half of the server's income has to come from mika's potato purchases at this point

A woman works diligently, the leather she decides to use as her medium creaking under the silvered words she writes. "In shadows deep, where secrets reside, A feline form concealed, hidden with pride." Red pools at her boots. " In realms arcane, where whispers abound, A mystic dance, with silence profound." Small, winged, and infernal creatures gather round, curious in the deeds of their master. "Through veils of twilight, the moon's gentle gleam, A cat emerges, from a forgotten dream." She feels eyes watching her, but the work is to be completed. "In cryptic steps, it weaves its way, From realms unseen, where shadows play." Too long has she waited. "With eyes aglow, like ancient stars, It traverses realms, traverses bars." Watched from aside as others took glory. "In every nook, a tale untold, Whiskers twitching, secrets unfold." The pool grows thicker. "From cobwebbed corners, it takes its flight, Stealing across realms, in depths of night." Everything is clear, now. "A cosmic enigma, a puzzle untamed, In a dance of moonbeams, its essence framed." Her Lord's wishes. "Mysterious whispers, upon the wind's soft breath, Speak of the cat, whose path evades death." Distractions are gone. "From hidden spaces, it tiptoes near, In enigmatic grace, with naught to fear." His will be done. "The shadows retreat, as it claims its space, Unveiling its presence, with elegant grace." They will resist, of course. "In whispered purrs, it casts a spell, A wondrous creature, we've come to dwell." Order has kept them safe. "In twilight's embrace, it steps with pride, A guardian of secrets, forever beside." They have not felt the freedom of Calamity. "The cat emerges, from shadows deep, A master of secrets, a promise to keep." She will have to show them. "Oh, elusive feline, the enigma you be, In realms of mystique, forever free." The shadows have served their purpose. " Come forth from the shadows, reveal your guise, Let your presence enchant our mortal eyes." She will perform her duty, as Herald. "For in your emergence, we find delight, A captivating spectacle, an ethereal sight." The Dance shall begin. "The cat emerges, from hiding's domain, In silent dance, forever to remain." And she shall be greeted with open arms. [!] A missive is found throughout the lands of Aevos, written in a glittering silver ink, emblazoned carefully, by hand, on a dark, thin leather.

We did poll quite a lot about non combative abilities that people in the community wanted, and the overwhelming majority requested everything included in the T2 spell Prince's Presence, with a bonus of Hell's Gate. This, mixed with the new familiar mechanics, being able to do aesthetic malflame conjuration without triggering your transformation, and malices being tweaked, should provide the community with abundant tools for flavorful roleplay outside of "I burn you with demon fire"

DEMONS DEMONS DEMONS DEMONS

The White Cat is faithful in her duty, and steady with her hand, as she mounts the corpse of the Xannite to his mighty steed. It is a slow, and peaceful walk, with the corpse. Much to reflect on, of course, with recent goings on. Elias made for an excellent listener, in his state, but not one for conversation. At the final stop, she says her goodbyes, and she is sure that if he could, the ever polite man would say his in return.

I agree with the removal of the sex god