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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

back in my day when druids wanted to have visions they just dropped acid (overall a nice piece)

IGN: cutebtw Discord: TimberBuff#2397 Skin: Huntress Bid: 16 <3

Faithful servant of snow, cloaked in shadow, fulfills their duty. An effigy of no distinction, no name, face, or creed, but one that stood broken and decrepit within the square of those who follow the moon. Tongues of red and gold engulfing the holy offering, this terrible warning. A blooded boar, all within made without, with heart in mouth, awaiting the feast that is to come. The pale servant prepares all, as is necessary, as is dutiful. Dagger splitting that still warm flesh of a not-yet-dead hunt, muttered words and small hums of a song no one knows. Placed at the feet of carefully piled timber, careful as to not be engulfed by the holy flame that swallows the humble offering. And then that moonlit servant watched gleefully, as life finally drained from their offering, as flame found no more to burn on that barely together effigy. A few moments of silence, of blood pooling at her feet, before a simple note is pinned between the shoulders of a wooden man. “The Serpent’s jaws await The Black God.” A warning to the Maehr of Nor’Asath, though it is the choice of mortals as to heed it or ignore such infernal whispers.

Upon hearing the news, a woman thinks to herself for some time, before closing the journal in her hands. "The Circles are getting strange."

[!] A single tally mark is added to the missives.

[!] A simple letter is written, in neat handwriting, and posted wherever a 'ker woman might be allowed to. "I am in search of a student. If you believe yourself worthy, solve below. Everything you need to solve this message is within this message, and a basic understanding of the alphabet. 2-1-24-19 7-7 24-8-22 18-25-23-10-19-12-12 9-9 24-21-24 2-10-11-4-6-6 1-20-2-12-4-18 12-3-12 18-11-5-5-13 23-7-2 25-22-16 14-15-23-4-22-6-18 12-7-7 12-26-22 23-13-11 1-16-18 20-19-1-22-18-22 19-9 11-3-12-15-5-4-19-7-26 5-1-6-12-1-6 1 19-25-1-1-25 10-8-5"