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  1. Peter Du Pont, a lowly servant who was employed by Adrian's family, cowered in fear. He had stuffed himself in the closet, arms bound over his knees as he rocked back and forth. Deep raucous sobs escaped the man, his life flashing quickly before his tear-stained eyes. Peter, in his clumsiness, had spilled a pitcher of grape juice meant for the Lordling, his life forfeit in that instant.

    Suddenly, Peter's ears could hear the sound of footsteps rumbling down the hall.

    "No! No! My liege, pardonne! I am sorry, please!" The auverginian begged, pleaded, clasping his hands together in prayer as the door flung open to reveal his fate.

  2. The OOC story of LOTC is more often than not what makes the RP so fascinating. The IRL blood sweat and tears that goes into a lot of these projects is what lends them so much RP cloud and nostalgia. The Empire is a good example of that, Mali literally not sleeping for days so we could have functioning minecraft democracy on a nationwide scale. (This is when oren was like 25%< of the server population lmfao)

  3. i heard that rogue elements of PMC Ferryman had hijacked the LOTC github via sleeper agents imbedded in Tythus LTD and utilized these connections to launch a coup against renowned warlord Mickaelhz

    Agent 60th was compromised

  4. An ancient Fennic soul felt at peace, horrors undone.

     

    Spoiler

    OOC YAP

    When this iteration of the Dark Elves began it was masterminded by Khuel WW2Buff and a couple other people, who really didn't know what it could or would become. As a Snow Elf I remember when we welcomed the Dark Elves into the city and formed a single state. Some of the happiest RP memories of my years on the server come from that time. 

    Nor'asath was undyingly loyal to us, stuck by us OOCly and IRPly through thick and thin, and were above all else good roleplayers and very cool people.

    During the Malin'or fiasco, which you can endlessly argue the immoral actions of, me and buff made a solitary pact that if anything happened to Malin'or (something happened it was pretty bad) that we'd do everything we could to repay Norasath (now norvelyth or whatever it's called now) for their kindness towards us. 

    In the end of it all the community survived, while the rest of Malin'or didn't. Fenn is dead, but the Dark Elven state it helped create outlived it. Celian'or met a similar fate much later, but is doing well nowadays I think. 

    Cheers to you Milksoda for finishing it out, you guys gave a proper end to something that was pretty cool.



     

     

  5. Satinkara I'm sorry but you joined in Almaris where there were literally a total of 0 aggressive actions against gay people in roleplay what the **** are you babbling about. I remember when Kosher on his deathbed revealed that he was gay lmfao, nobody cared. 

    This is the weirdest phenomena. I remember walking into Celian'or on my priest during a pilgrimage and two elf women stopped and were like *kisses does this make you mad?????

    I just said "no its not in the scrolls lol"

    no bro I dont care, nobody cares, nobody has ever cared. I doubt the church is attempting to larp how evil homosexuality is it's ******* minecraft.

    let people roleplay nuance and stop yapping abt server history you weren't here for (I wasn't here for atlas and backwards i have no clue abt that shit so you'll never catch me yappin abt it)

  6. Istfar the Fair, alias of an ancient ally of the Qalasheen, readies his rugged blade for the battle to come. Strips of teal fall from his clothes. 

    "Subhanallah, he shall guide us in righteous Jihad against such vile forces. For the true one, Allah."

  7. Somewhere in the woodland, a man cloaked in purple hues muttered angrily to himself. Van Aert sigils decorate his sides and arms, mementos of his once great uncle.

    "Never another surrender, never another Sarkozic. To hell with Adria, here we stand for the midlands!"

  8. A figure dressed in ragged purple awakes with a startled expression, the gangrenous and sickly figure towering above him levied forward a small piece of parchment.

    "It's for you, Traveller." His voice croaked and scratched, flehm and mucus welling up between every choked out word. 

    Hans quickly grabbed a hold of the worn page, looking over it first with intrigue then with a sense of undying pride.

    "My cousin? My cousin! That's my cousin!"

  9. A forlorn face scrunched up in hatred as the missive fell before it, a calm stoic expression contorting into a violent scowl. An old soul cursed the names of every Raev bastard that had come to march upon them, the eternal peace wall gone violent. 

    "Betrayed, at our most vunerable. I told you, liers, all of them!"

  10. An unnamed soldier glances out from behind the rickety cabin door, eyes scanning the treeline. 

    "Can you see them? How many more are there?" Comes a terrified whisper from the back of the room, one of his many shuddering comrades muttering from behind clenched teeth.

    "I don't know Andrei, there is a whole GOD damned army out there." The grizzled man spat back in a low, hushed tone. Inbetween the trees, over the river and across from the encampment he could see them. Tens of men, marching in lines, ordered, disciplined, swirling with hatred and rage.

    "Peace? Is this what they call peace?"

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