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oh god they perceive me, i can no longer hide ((happy easter and happy trans visibility day folks, wishing everyone a very happy day and my fellow trans folk the best <3 ))

very happy to see this rule! great job on you all Are there any plans to ban, or at least put restrictions, on romance roleplay? A lot of people joke about doing it, but under no circumstances should an adult be roleplaying flirtatious things with a minor. Its a gateway to grooming, feelings being caught by the minors who know no better, and a gross creepy spiral.

very nice, hopefully this will make the entire server and things associated with it safer.

The battle worn woman remained idle for a few minutes more, sat beside the body of a friend who's hand she still gently held. The silence which fell after death was not unfamiliar to her, yet the calmness was. There was a deep uncertainty within her core, death did not phase her for it was violent- it was bloody- and it was born of the battles she had been within for most her life. Yet passing of age brought unease and unfamiliarity, a life gently concluded rather than torn from its pages. The metallic hand which held the growing coldness of Nisreens tightened, tears welling within the eyes of the woman. A unshaken demeanor cracking and breaking in unison with her heart. Later that night, she would gently embrace the body of her friend as she carried her home. A body, a friend, lay to rest within sacred soil which held the allies and friends the pair had grown to know at each others side. "Thank you, Nisreen. You came to my side by chance, yet you never leaving it was something i truly strove for. We saw many years together, and i shall see many more without you." Her expression shifted once more, a usually stoic shiftless expression carrying a deep sadness to it. Tears tumbled down her cheek as she sat before her friends grave, speaking alone of memoires they shared.

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There was pause as a battle torn woman took hold of the parchment passed to her, a crimson gaze shifting across its contents fully yet finding itself returning to the line which bore her name. A deep sigh fell from her maw, perhaps one of exhaustion, perhaps one of grief. "Too many.." The warrior would mutter, a stern mind shifting through the memories of her deceased friends and family. Her mind continued forth, moving between memory to moment- and then she spoke. She knew her words would go unheeded, unheard, unknown- and perhaps this is why she spoke yet... perhaps part of her thought she was to speak to an old friend through such means. "I came to your nation, your home, a broken shell of the youth i once was. Forty years old and with little at my side but a stolen blade and memories of a family i once had. I never spoke of such, never finding a reason to, yet before i found myself staggered at your gates i had been admits the grasp of hidden figures i still fail to know the identity of. Fourteen years i spent trapped within a room not much larger than a cell." Something within her tugged, a indication to yield- to halt- after all, what was the point of stating this. There was no lotic to her doing this. Yet she kept speaking her truth to the stagnant caves air. "I was lost, and i stood admits rubble of the broken shell i was. You changed that, your home changed that. I was taken in as though i were one of your own, assisting where i could and through that i rebuilt myself. I healed, i grew, and i learnt." Kneeling beside the lake, Astrid placed down a flower folded of parchment- unable to reach a true flower in these lands, it would have to suffice. "And so i thank you, my old friend. My wildflower. Your kindness and support built me to the leader i am today, you gave me support, kindness, and the means to grow. My time with you may have concluded many years ago, yet what i earnt from those times never shall." The crafter flower was given a gentle push, dancing itself across the waters surface. "Rest well admits the embrace of death, for you have earnt your slumber."

Endless amounts of work halted as a battle torn woman robbed of many nights sleep received a letter, one which she held within hands soon to tighten to fists. A deep sigh fell from the woman's maw, another she had knew yet not seen for so many years passing on. "Rest well, old friend." And thus, she placed aside work and letters alike before departing- her path set for the home of her dear niece.

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What aspect of your characters has changed the most since you first brought them to the world, and what caused that change? Did something about their morals, personality, view on the world, or appearance change and what's the story behind those changes

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What aspect of each of your characters story changed them the most? What moment, interaction, loss or realization molded them into the characters you play today.

The woman's gaze rose from her notes, moving to scan the notes with a slight raise of a singular brow. "Oh, okay. That was unsuspected"

What aspect of Garedyn has changed since you first started to play him, and what sparked that change?

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A hum tung from the maw of Astrid Marlow as her gaze drifted across the paper which her hands, one golem one flesh, held out before her. Her demeanour, as always, remained oddly. . . still and deprived of emotion, almost unnaturally so given the news. She didn't state it out loud admits the full square, seeing no reason to voice her opinions nor thoughts on the matter of the man who had just tortured her dying. During her time knowing him, hatred was never an emotion which stirred within her soul nor influenced any of her actions and opinions regarding Radvan. She thought for a moment about what had gone wrong for her neutrality and logical breakdown of his actions and how they would affect to reside within his mind as anger. "Hum" she would think to herself, remaining outwardly silent. "Perhaps he grew too fond of the idea of having someone who cared enough to put hate behind their actions and words revolving him." As she had said to his face when he first challenged her to a duel which was declined, he was not worth her time nor her blood. . .neutrality being accompanied by a lack of care. The letter she had received was folded then discarded into the flames before her. The battered woman watching it burn.

The whistles of the birds, the buzz of bugs, and the gentle rustle of the trees which they rested upon as the breeze pushed them into a soft sway formed a quietly beautiful melody as Plume lay upon the forest floor. . . Blood soaked the soil below her, pooling forth from a deep wound nested within her chest. "I don't-" she would choke out words held down within her throat by fear and dwindling energy. "please. . i don't want to die." Tears welled within her eyes as the world about her grew blurry, her surroundings becoming distorted and more difficult to focus on as her life began to dwindle and fade. "I have. . .i have so much more to do please-i- i didn't even get to say goodbye." Her eyes would grow heavy and her breaths became shallow. One final scared sob would fall from her before she fell still and silent. . .left to die alone within the familiar forest surrounding her home. A prewritten letter would land within the hands of everyone Plume had met and called her friends and family. "Hello everyone, i don't think there's an easy way to word this but if you have gotten this letter I've passed away. I thought it might be best to write one just in case- seeing as i have a rather bad habit of getting into trouble. I say this every day to you all but i believe its fit that i say it one final time, i love you all. Every step of my life I've been knocked down but, because of your kindness and joy you all brought me i was able to get back up every single time and carry on with a smile. Life was hard but with you all by my side it was an incredible time and even if im no longer here, im glad i got to spend my life knowing all of you. Im sorry that i will no longer be here to smile and embrace you all within a hug, i would truly give anything to see you all again. I only have one thing to ask of you all, even if i am dead please continue to smile. Allow my life and the memories we had to bring you joy. Lots of Love, Plume."

Word soon reached the ears of the woman that her daughter lay slain in the park of a long left home. As what remained of her family was torn from her grasp the demeanour of the woman cracked, a sob falling from her maw which now bore a grieving frown. "Why. . ." she uttered, a once strong and bold voice but a whisper as it shook along with her form. "How much more shall i continue to loose within this world?" And so, the woman was forced to place yet another she loved to rest within a grave, burying the girl alongside her father in soil which embraced her with a warmth the cruel world never would during her short life.

Once sturdy gloved hands shook as they gripped onto the letter delivered to the door of a stoic woman's home, a home once occupied by an inseparable duo’s love for each other. Where the warmth of joy had once filled her heart and the room she stood within, a painful grief brought a sickening coldness to the ame’s world. “No. . ." she uttered, a once unshakable voice now but a mere whisper. The paladin tried to breathe, but her throat was grasped by sorrow, incapable of being hidden away behind walls of solitude. Green eyes soon became plagued with tears as the realization sunk in. Her love, her dear, dear Elend, was dead. A future which she had allowed love filled dreams to form shattered, now destined to remain just that- a wishful dream of what could have been. Her lover, best friend, soulmate, and other half was gone. . . leaving Astrid to mourn alone within the walls of a building which no longer felt as though they were her home.

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Personally, imma be saying no to free build. Its a somewhat good idea but it will not play out well. While some players would enjoy this, and i dont mean to be disrespectful, this supposed group is a minority. The most likely outcome of this will be people abusing the space. Making 'ugly' builds on purpose, griefing other players builds, and overall creating builds which aren't up to standard. Yes this can be moderated but it would be a enormous amount of work for the team having to deal with keeping everything up to standard, and frankly i can’t imagine anyone would be willing to volunteer that much time. Not to mention the amount of mod requests which would be made over disputes of land and areas used for builds. Moving on from the player side of things, from an actual aesthetic point of view this is destined to look ugly unless every single player intends of using free build collaborates, which simply will not happen. The implement of free build will cause random builds to pop up everywhere with no collaboration, rhyme or reason. the server will begin to look messy and tacky with too many things going on at once in too small of an area. While rp is a priority, and should be, the builds and the looks of an area play into rp is often overlooked, and i believe it is here. People will not want to roleplay in an area that looks disorganised, cluttered, messy and so on. You need a good build for rp to prosper. And again, rp is the important thing here. this runs the risk of stifling that. Tldr: Will look ugly People wont respect this power Will cause a lot more issues and work for staff may discourage rp