femurlord

Is this just so people can talk to you after you got eaten? Isnt this a little self-serving?

Tentoa, this is already a redline under Nizarhuk: "This communion with the Zar'rokul is symbolic and personal in nature, their presence made known by mental images of a snake / bat / cat / goat / crow and respective feelings of sickness / dread / anxiety / hunger / fatigue. The Zar'rokul do not speak directly with the Naztherak or become physically present (even by proxy of an avatar) except with express ST Manager approval."

[This is a private roleplay post, only meant for the affiliated eyes of the Black Church.] Bats gathered in flocks, outnumbering the roaming Zevnka, squeaking and casting down battish glares to all who walked the blackstone cathedral. The slightest prompt of a stalking shadow, a battish presence, saw a cloud of bats take flight from their hanging on the ceilings. They swirled and swarmed, providing to every column a declaration. For all eyes which frequent the Black Church, a blood-written message reads: ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ Hear ye, hear ye, I am the Farmer, Lord of all Vampires. The Warlord is consumed, naught but a red spatter on the Black Church’s tiles. Reduced to meat for his cowardice. For the Weak are Meat and the Strong do Eat. Over his blood and bones, I declare my ownership over his post. But, in the light of absent leadership, which failed to manifest promises of an Age of Darkness, I make my claim of the entire Black Church itself. The dark is wasted here, left to the snapping jaws of restless Crusaders. I come to lead you from the damning light, as any dark angel of Hell shall, to lead you into an Age of Ruin. Already has it started and it shall continue with the head of the Black Pontiff, whom I call to meet my challenge upon the dais where he loved to preach. You have two years. Survive me. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ [You have between May 26th - June 9th. @_Leyd]

[This is a private roleplay post, only meant for the affiliated eyes of the Black Church.] Throughout the black cathedral, bats begun to shriek and squeak from their upside-down hang upon its ceilings. Sent into a flying frenzy, prompted by powers unknown, a cloud of bats maneuvered throughout the halls from roof to basement, leaving letters. They were directed by a dark master, who submitted a challenge, written in blood. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ Hear ye, hear ye, I am the Farmer, Lord of all Vampires. Effective immediate is my stake and claim upon the Church, which has withered with incompetent and lacking leadership for far too long. The first, which shall meet the consequences of these transgressions shall be the former Hand, usurped by our ascended King of Demons, Vriza. As you are titled Warlord, by your flock, you are sparse in the war-effort that rises against you. This will not be tolerated. You are to report to the center of the Black Cathedral, so we may engage in ritual combat between the near-end and end of this year. Failure to meet this challenge, will find you excommunicated and KILL ON SIGHT, to all forces stationed inside and outside the Black Church. Survive me. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ [You have between May 21st - May 23rd. @PrimnyaQuorum]

In the belly of the world, the shadows distance themselves as Frederick Kelly's hands grip items, humming with distant thunder. Blood spattered upon its newfound tools, and itself had satiated the vampire lord's tongue, which drank up the remnants of a slain legend, a giant amongst dwarves. "This was a Titan," It agreed with nearby kindred, the Lord's eyes rolling in ecstasy of savored remains, "A soaring Eagle which had been downed to earth by the biting Bat." The vampire rose from its crouch, swaggering about that basement where Obok lay, "We will soar now."

Make it effect all Greater Vampires, i.e. event vampires

Blood Magic has actively caused catastrophes that outweighs any good. Even destroyed prior continents. Often we are desensitized as we're immersed in many fantasy worlds, so we're blind to these things. But realistically if you saw someone bending blood and calling calamities in real life, including its history wouldn't you think its evil? It can be used for good, but its past deeds speaks for itself and purpose, which usually, is rather selfish and time and time again, destructive. It is mortal, but at the same time, it is unnatural. Moreover, it is weaponized by entities that wish to destroy/enslave the world. The hands that own it are stronger than those that could. What is your point of view? @Beardicuss

A majority of Corcitura do not feed regularly, as well to what @ReveredOwlhad said, at that point, kill them

[This is a private roleplay post, only meant for the affiliated eyes of Moroaice to the Pentaculum Columnarum] There is a present stir in the long-dead folds of your brain, a call to action in the form of windchimes which bring you to seek out handheld mirrors or the nearby creek, transiently still. The vampire lord had come to be seen again, the Farmer in its stretched proportions and gargoylic mirage, delivering news beyond the grave. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ All Nightmares are called to act as jury in the trials against our shamed kindred, their misdeeds of the highest proportions . Breaching the sanctity of our silence and betraying our kindness for weakness. Stupidity is no different than hostility and Arthur, the Phoenix, shall face his sins against the wall of judgement we are. Report to the Domus Horrrorum. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞

[This is a private roleplay post, only meant for the enthralled eyes of the Corcitură in the Pentaculum Columnarum] The windchimes came again, the pull in the back of their mind, the urge to seek out their reflection and find the Scarecrow staring back at them. The Farmer had spoken through the mirror, in the river wake, all but eaten their reflection and assumed it, in the mirrored world to deliver a message. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ Years have passed, nearly decades, and as you see in the wilds, the snake eats its tail. The time to prove yourself is nigh, Mongrel. And for those eager for the chance to rise into our ranks and seize your place amongst us as Greater, is here again. Come to the Domus Horrorum, stand before me and declare your ambition to compete, and it will be so. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞

Between the folds of reality warped by potent blood, gleaming eyes watched. Red pin-points that follow in shadow and disappear with light. They spectate a man wrestle with immortality, they saw its consequences. The watchful dark seemed to smile, as it uttered for once, "Good."

Vampire community isn't dead, they're just quiet lol

I wanted to return to return to a roleplay format, especially did I want to fulfill a villain role from the beginning Gashadokuro was that True Void cult A good villain, to me, is someone who has narrative ambition, rather than self-serving ambition as well being willing to sacrifice and lose in the end. To become the strongest is rather weak, whereas, I think, it should be thought of as a result of striving towards a goal; people get more motivated and follow when you have vision, i've noticed. I.E. I had strove on my necromancer to amass a large arsenal to resurrect a dragon then attack a settlement. Upon succeeding, it opened up an event to Balian, which led to a multi-stage attack, one group seizing my lair to destroy the lich-dragon phylactery and the other defending from the lich-dragon; plus it involved even ET and my own players to act as event assets. I sacrificed my lair and didn't win in the end, but it was more fulfilling to do that, to become an event rather than partake. Gashadokuro has a special place in my heart, simply because its what i wanted to achieve from the start of coming to the server. I like Botsugo and Vriza, good and evil Voidstalker Daughter I didn't place his phylactery this map, due to being lazy, seeing the community was a little apprehensive ( due to my behavior as well as other factors ) so I just didn't return with him, even though I had a goal for him. Perhaps if i'm allowed a chance and Mysticism is strong with purpose, I'll see if its possible to return werewolf ca is doomed, to be saved, it must be either curable or allow to delve deeper into it. Otherwise you dead-end a character I like manga and comics more than chapter books, but as of right now, favorite series is Absolute Batman, everything oozes inspiration I drive a White Jeep Grand Cherokee

While I do not know much about Shades, but I heard about their problems. Best thing? Write them to be so limiting, possession sort of deal (think the Exorcist), which alienates them from interacting normally amongst the playerbase; but a good answer is ET creature As much shit as I talk, I believe with how long the Azdrazi have lasted, their culture still stands strong and interests to me, even if it perplexes me Both Tea :-J Carts Follow what Black Rock, Lockheed Martin, and Wallstreet are selling and doing I do my own taxes

This was bait, I've played this game for over 5 years, as of March 8th. AMA

A masterful escape the Farmer made, rising from the bottom of a river-bed to see the Witch-King hawked down by witch-hunters.

[This is a private roleplay post, only meant for the enthralled eyes of the Corcitură in the Pentaculum Columnarum] The minds of the lesser vampires stir, filled with sudden urges and calls to action by a distant master. Windchimes rattled, and finding yourselves before a reflection, you face the scarecrow’s silhouette, its stitched smile, thick and uneven as it spoke. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞ For years, you have been aimless. No longer. From the greatest depths and deepest shadows, the highest authority of the lessers is named and recognized as The Catcher. Her word shall be heeded, as if by given by the Farmer himself. All mongrels are to immediately heed to her call, submit and report for your training. The time to prepare is now. Our success is at hand, you apart of it. ⤝✤ ────────────⤛ ⛧ ⤜──────────── ✤⤞

The Synod Daycare opens!

I do not think it is reasonable to allow stacking for what is an open material where there are many others available, as listed in Moroi lore. The material has been given the option, as BOLTS or ARROWS to pierce armor, which still allows its Genus-sapping ability and Hunger reduction. Which still is rather useful, a Quenched Moroi made Thirsting cannot use Engorge. Furthermore a Thirsting Moroi would become Withered, making them as weak as a Voidal Mage. This is a non ST-signed item which seems to have better use than any ST weakness Moroi were WRITTEN to have and is still useful, you just cannot stack it anymore. As totally bottoming out someone's Genus would instantly kill them, hard-limiting both Moroi AND CORCITURA (FA!!!!) players, where the normal player, without any lore, takes 5 million arrows and still survives to see a Clinic.

OLD APPLICATIONS [REFINED] Stripped Blisterbark bears a unique interaction with fresh blood. Much like its Blisterthorn relative, the material will sprout myriad barbs when thrust into flesh as if tiny fangs were clenching onto a wound. Attempting to remove the Blisterbark from a wound without first soaking it in saltwater will, no doubt, tear away chunks of flesh and incur greater hemorrhaging. This said, the inherent brittleness of the wood necessitates that the Blisterbark be fashioned into munition tips or sharpened stakes rather than standard melee weapon,s given the high amounts of force required to pierce into flesh. Upon Vampires of any type, however, the barbs would incur a few secondary effects. First, the Vampire would begin to feel great amounts of non-debilitating unease as if they were being stalked by a looming presence. Secondly, their sense of smell would begin to become overwhelmed by the musk of something foul. Thirdly, the Vampire would find themselves drained of [2] units of Genus, potentially lowering them multiple tiers of Hunger as blood is sapped away from their reserves. Lastly, if staked through the heart of a Moroi, an immolation-like effect would occur whereby the Moroi would erupt violently across a [2x2x2] space in a spray of gore, necessitating that they be restored by the Rite of Revival due to Blisterbark's nefarious origin. REDLINES [REFINED] 1. Stripped Blisterbark possesses the endurance of brittle plywood and will shatter following physical impact. This is to say that it can only be used to strike once before degrading, and any attempts to block with the material will fail as its form suffers critical failure. 2. Stripped Blisterbark stakes can only be shot from hand-crossbows, given that the full force of a crank-crossbow would cause a stake to explode. Alternatively, a Blisterbark stake may be manually aligned and struck with a hammer. 3. Stripped Blisterbark, if sharpened in any way, cannot be used by Oscillits. However, if the Blisterbark is dull, it cannot render a combative advantage lest inserted into an already open wound. 4. Stripped Blisterbark retains a weight comparable to that of standard wood. 5. Though an open material, Blisterbark’s effects on vampires cannot be “inferred” and must be adequately discovered through roleplay. While it may be reasonable to assume a blood-leeching wood might harm Vampires, it is a leap of logic to then say “if I stake a Moroi through the heart it will Soft-PK them”. Further, blisterbark ARROWS or BOLTS rather than STAKES will not render this effect due to their reduced surface area. 6. Stripped Blisterbark does NOT require an ST Signature. NEW APPLICATIONS [REFINED] Stripped Blisterbark bears a unique interaction with fresh blood. Much like its Blisterthorn relative, the material will sprout myriad barbs when thrust into flesh as if tiny fangs were clenching onto a wound. Attempting to remove the Blisterbark from a wound without first soaking it in saltwater will, no doubt, tear away chunks of flesh and incur greater hemorrhaging. This said, the inherent brittleness of the wood necessitates that the Blisterbark be fashioned into munition tips or sharpened stakes rather than standard melee weapons, given the high amounts of force required to pierce into flesh. Upon Vampires of any type, however, the barbs would incur a few secondary effects. First, the Vampire would begin to feel great amounts of non-debilitating unease as if they were being stalked by a looming presence. Secondly, their sense of smell would begin to become overwhelmed by the musk of something foul. Thirdly, the Vampire would find themselves drained of [2] units of Genus, lowering them a single tier of hunger, as blood is sapped away from their reserves. Lastly, if staked through the heart of a Greater Vampire, an immolation-like effect would occur whereby the Greater Vampire would erupt violently across a [2x2x2] space in a spray of gore, necessitating that they be restored by the Rite of Revival due to Blisterbark's nefarious origin. REDLINES [REFINED] 1. Stripped Blisterbark possesses the endurance of brittle plywood and will shatter following physical impact. This is to say that it can only be used to strike once before degrading, and any attempts to block with the material will fail as its form suffers critical failure. 2. Stripped Blisterbark stakes can only be shot from hand-crossbows, given that the full force of a crank-crossbow would cause a stake to explode. Alternatively, a Blisterbark stake may be manually aligned and struck with a hammer. 3. Stripped Blisterbark, if sharpened in any way, cannot be used by Oscillits. However, if the Blisterbark is dull, it cannot render a combative advantage lest inserted into an already open wound. 4. Stripped Blisterbark retains a weight comparable to that of standard wood. 5. Though an open material, Blisterbark’s effects on vampires cannot be “inferred” and must be adequately discovered through roleplay. While it may be reasonable to assume a blood-leeching wood might harm Vampires, it is a leap of logic to then say “if I stake a Moroi through the heart it will Soft-PK them”. Further, blisterbark ARROWS or BOLTS rather than STAKES will not render this effect due to their reduced surface area. 6. Stripped Blisterbark’s abilities may not stack, meaning no more than [2] Genus may ever be taken and only reduces them a single tier of hunger for any given Vampire in a single roleplay encounter. For example, a Corcitură who is Quenched and has [3] Genus would be reduced to Thirsting and have [1] Genus remaining. While a Moroi who is Thirsting and has [3] Genus would be reduced to Withered and be left with [1] Genus. 7. Greater Vampires constitute as any Vampire which is no longer mortal, i.e. Moraice, Siliti, and Strigae or anything in-between that an ET deems as such. 8. Stripped Blisterbark does NOT require ST signature.

Good write dude, ignore these posers

Lairs Lair Leader MC Name: femurlord Lair Leader Character Name: Frederick Kelly Lair Name: Domus Horrōrum Primary Lair Color: Red Lair Members: femurlord, Apotolofo, _NotChris, _Security, DrRandomK, _Ka0n, KBR, capn_avery, Hazmstadt, ISmooch, Krunos, Sr_Dimentio, 1Oracle, Barbarus, StingyParrot, Venomous_Pup, ThaiGreenTea, ArcaneChicken, drunkdriner45, Star_Whale100, Zarsies, TheFairLady, MailC3p, SillyZero59, AlexMagus, _Barcardi_, schemingeunuch Proposed Lair Locations (Highlight/draw at least three on the map): Lair Lore (supply link to an existing creature or other lore if being used as basis for this lair) (1000 words minimum): ꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴠɪꜱᴄᴇʀᴀ ᴘᴜᴛʀᴇꜰʏ ᴍᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ꜱᴛᴀɢɴᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇʀᴏʀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ VALUES & RELIGION THE The first Vampyr were born of seven nameless, domainless entities, lords of Iblees’ fallen host. Primal and veiled, Strigae, the primordial spark of Vampyrdom, ruled Aeldin’s greatest kingdoms until their reach clawed beyond the realm. Of their children who left, the seven marked outsiders of Aeldin, anathema, and promised certain death. Many Strigae were led astray as a result, most fatedly, Hazm Alhazred, who fell to the wile of eight sorcerers and their cunning schemes. BINDING Eight bloodied sorcerers shaped a new race from the Strigae’s foundation, imbuing them with the innate pulse of blood magick. On the Night of Ten Treacheries, their purpose was sealed; they tore worlds and stitched scars upon the Veil, passing through the weave of reality as living aberrations. These Archons forged a Black Heaven and called it Hazmstadt, where they locked themselves away and watched their children, the Nemuritori, traverse the realm of Man until they called them home. FATES The curse of the Archons endures as a plague on Vampyrdom. Untended beneath the gazes of mortals and alike, it has mutated across centuries like an unbound current. Corcitură mongrels. Where it crossed the path with Ibleesian Striga, the hunters of the anathema, it transfigured, birthing Cosmaruri – beasts of wrath and sharp ambition. Like the first Corcitură, they are ostracized, banished, and isolated from their predecessors, yet they clamor to break free of their confines and share their blight. "These three factions have formed a constellation across history, from the beginning to the present, in the context of vampirism. Each influencing the races' three progenitors, Striga: Strigae. The evolution, Nemuritor: Nemuritori. The nightmares after, Coşmar: Coşmaruri." -A conclusion in the Farmer’s journal. THE ANGELS OF RUIN A rogue implementation of nemuritoric blood magic and ibleesian works, such as strigae, created the third race, nightmares, ruled by ambition. They are undead, blessed with the faintest accounts of their progenitors; in their conception, though batish, they are what would be Iblees’ undead. But his voice is quiet when needed most. A chaotic marriage of the Archons and Unseen, cosmaruri are their ostracized kin, banished to the realm of descendants, where their touch is regarded as a plague and their isolation demanded. Needed. Lest both succumb to the Nightmare scourge. The third time is the charm, heralded by casualties rather than Iblees’ direct touch; they are his undead, his angels. To fulfill his duty in great absence. And they must prepare his return; they must see the sun blacken, kingdoms plume with smoke, crops sour. The world must be scorched, as ruin is its domain, Iblees’ domain. They must salt the land with blood and ash, for it is their divine right, and wherever man walks, it is their claim, their duty, their mantle to assume. The angels were born in hell, and Ruin is their crown. SOCIAL ORGANIZATION At the summit of Vampyric society abide the Three Accursed. Primordial Strigae, wrought Nemuritori, and misbegotten Coşmaruri stand apart from all lesser nights. These three alone have transcended the mortal condition, becoming fully realized aberrations. Elders, preordained to rule. At the most complete and terminal expressions of their afflictions, they are enthroned upon the highest council, their authority recognized and uncontested by all other covens. Beneath them gathers a coterie of Greater Vampyr, presided over by five elders who together form the Pillars of the Godhand. This conclave exercises the highest temporal authority, codifying law and punishment while jealously guarding black truths from which their dominion is derived. Each Pillar commands its own regiments and governs through consensus, shaping the direction of Vampyrdom by deliberation and vote. Their rule extends throughout the House of Horrors, where distinct domains are maintained. From these seats of power, the Pillars act as agents of upheaval, predators poised to unseat world orders and topple ossified regimes. The monsters they fashion and the treacheries they sow serve to scour and weaken the mortal world in preparation for their dominion over Heaven and Earth. FARMER The cultivator, lording over the subjects of his House of Horrors. Harvesting their uses and potential like crops. GARDENER The nurturer, overseeing her Garden with warm-blood and sharp shears. She uproots the weeds to grow her malefic flowers. ENFORCER The corrector, buried in his Bastion, manages the cattle and corrects those that have been led astray, putting them beneath his boot. DOCTOR The masked, managing his Clinic, toils with life itself, stripping away their blood and humanity to make monsters or sacrifices ample for war. TRAPPER The fortifier, shifting in the Wall, he is the inventor and hunter of the House, tending its walls with manacles and traps. THE CASTE Greater Vampyr are the common elevated into service, each sworn to a Pillar of their choosing and tasked according to that domain’s needs. Behind them linger the Lesser, who bind themselves to their Sires and are set upon trials meant to harden or break them. A few endure and rise; most remain expendable, pressed into menial violence or kept as living reserves to be drawn upon in times of need. Below this tier lie the chattel of Vampyrdom, whose lives are measured by utility. Descendant livestock are sustained for no purpose but consumption, while slavebeasts are remade in flesh and mind, stripped of will and driven to labor and war. The fabric by which the Greater Vampyr views itself, it is their laws that seam them together. CODEX All races of vampires share not only an appetite, but also a law of code that makes order of disorder. For the Strigae, it was the Codex of the Unseen; the Nemuritori, the Hexalogue; and for the Cosmrauri it is the Codex of Auspice. Without it, they might be no more than beasts, as in the past. An Elder Striga who had gleaned beyond the mortal veil into the realm of nightmares penned these rules by which this newfound race shall be held accountable. This coveted creed is the foundation and framework for maintaining, if not rebuilding vampirism in the event of war, for which the Fingers readily prepare. WORLDLY CONFLICTS RUIN, WAR, CONTROL, PREDJUDICE, JEALOUSY The House of Horrors, a hidden abomination of a Castle, which houses the works of the Farmer and its four other ilk. Each domain is represented by one of the four aspects of their sire, while the Farmer, the ruling fifth, oversees it all. The Doctor and his aides rule the Clinic; the Gardener and her cultivators in her Garden; the Trapper and his shackles dominate the Wall; while the Enforcer and his law-keepers are buried in the Bastion; the Farmer is their overseer, a wretched ruler who fertilizes damnable growth. All to rule. All to ruin. They make damnable atrocities with their conjoined effort, by which they might seize what Hazmstadt and Aeldin have created for both Nemuritori and Strigae. The House of Horrors, made to become mobile inevitably, would serve as a wretched bastion, for which it may besiege heaven and enslave earth, terraforming the landscape to the comfort of its new masters. Blackening the skies and sending roving waves of blights and monsters to be a scourge on the ground as well as the skies, this bastion is their weapon. With it, they will become wretched, damnable warlords; they will seize without ever having to leave home. But first must come the diligent Godhand, the preparation of their war, and the creation of a damnable army of vampires and experiments. The pillars shall spread across the realm, making it their own bounds by which they may source their talent, fund their rituals, and amass their treacherous wealth. Earth is a tool to fight Heaven, with flowers, monsters, and death, it will be theirs. The world is a material, by which the Godhand will extract and exhaust all its talent and power. ᴄʜᴀɪɴ-ʟᴏʀᴅ ʙᴏɴᴅꜱᴘᴀᴡɴ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ꜱᴄɪᴏɴ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛ ᴏᴀᴛʜ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴀʟʟ ᴄᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀʟᴇꜰᴜʟ ɢᴏʀᴇ Lair Build and Infrastructure (photos required, give dimensions): Why can this group not fulfill their roleplay niche in an existing settlement or nation? (Give a detailed answer and examples of how this has not worked in the past.): This has already been tested with a smaller, less active vampire group inside of a well-known nation. The results were incredibly messy, with instances where players attempted to fabricate IC reasons to target this group, considering they were vampires; attempts but displays on why it is hard to confine a Darkspawn group inside of a nation naturally opposed to their roleplay. I do not believe that settlements and nations, being war-starved as they are, can fully manage their player bases, as large as they are, to create a narrative that lasts long, is well-intentioned, and serves everyone. As well, my group will eventually be a front-facing antagonist group, which will be very hard to do so while harbored inside of a settlement and nation that is not our own. Inside a nation as well as a settlement our roleplay vision cannot be fully seen through, additionally, if it were discovered whatever location we owned would be evicted. This meaning we do not have location security, especially in the eventual event something goes wrong. With the roleplay stacked, as it is, including our CA, other lairs cannot serve as a true hub, as vampires must adhere to rules that aren't their own and swear fealty, whereas they believe they are superior. How does this lair add to the greater world around it? How will its existence benefit its roleplay group and the server at-large?: This lair contributes to the greater world around it by challenging it as a hopeful recurring player antagonist group, their methods and plans escalating to invoke a healthy player-vs-player narrative; the end goal to fall to players ultimately, after the narrative has been spun. The existence of the House of Horrors serves its roleplay group by offering both direction and opportunity, allowing them to engage as antagonists across the spectrum, whether die hard loyalty manifesting legions or treachery manifesting well-won betrayal. For how this lair benefits the server as large is its intention, looking to challenge the natural narrative players have established to give them content outside of events, which will be engaged largely and fairly. Allowing these groups to either add to or challenge the group.