Mannamannaa

Kor'garr hums in thought, before dispatching a Krugmarian Courier Vinix to scamper and glide across the lands. 

[!] The letter is delivered by a small rabbit like prey animal with avian wings and a light frame. Large and blocky common, written with desert inks and smelling of blood lotus petals, is clearly legible upon the dense sheet of papyrus. [!]

To the Order of the Golden Lion,

Kor'garr agh the Iron Horde respect the swift correspondence agh resolution of this matter in an Honorable manner. The blood plague spreads widely when given opportunity, yet your forces have safeguarded innocents from meeting such parasitic afflictions by curing the former puppet. When the time is convenient, Kor'garr would like to meet with a representative of the Brotherhood for an interview on these events as a member of the Kaktuz Weekli - but that is an personal wish agh unconnected to the official Blah of the Horde. Feel free to contact the Clans in the future for future cooperation in purging burz or dark influenced forces, as the Eternal Wagh never ceases.

 

For Ancestor agh Honor,

Kor'garr

Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde

Kor'garr looks out from the Library of Barbog, before laughing harshly at the sight of the massive Olog wearing some nub-uruk's visage in a twisted mockery of decorative masks. Peals of savage mirth emanate throughout the airs above San'Briu until the Skriptgoth gives his reply.

"GREETYNGZ, BRUTHER! DAH HORDE PEEPZ LAT'Z KLEYM! NOW WIZ FEEZT!" With the guttural response given, a quite high orc with crimson bloodshot eyes returns to dozing off, staring at vivid hallucinations within his eyelids.

[!] A message arrives at the flourishing Duchy of Reinmar, attached with thick twine to the leather collar of a swift Krugmarian Courier Vinix. The winged, rabbit like hybrid glides down from a nearby branch, and the delivered parcel is a scroll of orcish make. Dense papyrus parchment unfurls from the scroll of hollowed sugarcane, displaying a legible and precise message writ in vivid desert inks. The light aroma of blood lotus and oasis berry wafts up from dried blocky letters. [!]

 

To the Duke agh Duchess of the ancestral spirit Barclay,

The Iron Horde is glad to hear of your new cub Alfred Konztance of Clan Reinmar, and the growth of lat's family. Such events are a time of celebration, and as such the Clans would like to send a shaman well versed in the rites of your people to attend, bearing a gift for the newborn. We understand the Faith in Holy Kanon is exclusionary to any other spirit, and Kor'garr is knowledgable in such practices, as well as interested in the ritual of baptism mentioned in your announcement. Bringing up such youths in proper Kanonist values is both essential and well commended; as such we give the Reinmar Clan our fondest regards and well wishes.

 

With Faith in the light of Kanon,
Kor'garr
Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde

Kor'garr the Skriptgoth looks over new records of the Ker spiritual panthons with a raised brow, grin slowly spreading beneath his mustache. A guttural hum rumbles through the tusked maw.

"...Zo der uz hope avrer awl. Muzt vizit dah zhomoz zuun."

7 hours ago, JustMeMorgan said:

as long as it's not axios' caravan/boat hell I do not mind

 

I enjoy the new system though my one comment is it may have issues when PVP returns

 

Some cities have been shafted in being too far or in some cases too close to pillars, i.e. it could take 10 minutes to get your raid crew from a pillar to Nor'asath, whereas raiding Adria it's only like a 2 minute run, one nation gets a lot more prep time compared to the other, or for the attacker they don't have any element of surprise and the opposing force can meta rally quickly

 

 

IMO raiding or warclaiming forces should not use SS to travel to their target, but that's just me...'

1 minute ago, Panashea said:

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This is truly unfortunate. If we want it to be obtuse at least let the obtuseness generate good RP XD

CT not taking up a tile is good.

Multiple Soulstone slots is jank.
Binding over and over again is jank

Why not have each persona be able to bind to (ONE) place (Their realm affiliated location) and then actually travel on those fancy newfangled road thingies to wherever they need to go IRPly?

Seems weird that void translo is all of 60 blocks when in a little over 10 seconds Bob the Dirt Farmer, illiterate and penniless, can use their soul to travel across the continent.

Would this be "inconvenient?" Yes, HOWEVER it would make travelling and the idea of having a home for your character where they are safe much more impactful. The dangers of Bandits and Darkspawn wandering the open wilds would be meaningful as opposed to the blue moon occasion where you have already tele'd twice and need to wait for your SS to regen. Travelling trade caravans, patrols, armies, and tiles themselves would all become more important and viable sources of roleplay as a consequence.

Very good and timely change. What more can we say?

Kor'garr paces harshly back and forth within the office of his Kaktuz Weekli, elven missives crumpling under the force of bulky fists tightened in outrage and confusion. A personal letter from a close friend similarly lays unaddressed upon the table, yet crimson eyes merely flicker back and forth. No quill is raised, nor notes taken. Neither ink nor blood drip upon the Library of Barbog's wooden floors... Not yet, at least. Despite the flecks of something hidden, some mad wroth of betrayal within his pupils, the leer upon the greyskinned orc's face remains stonelike, both in demeanor and silence. Only after tens of minutes, a slow, unceasing pattern of quiet steps upon hewn lumber, does even a single detail cause a reaction from the Skriptgoth.

The "code" is unwrinkled, brows furrowing in disgust as Kor'garr glares at the bottom of that cursed parchment. Despite the obvious emotion, no additional writing miraculously appears below those bottom swirls of formatting. And that, finally, is what causes slow utterances of common to seep from the orc's maw, words dripping with vile disappointment.

"...Cowards. Not one signature upon this heresy." A glimmer of uncovered mania sparks to life upon his visage. "If none will take claim, then all must be guilty of this deception. These lies of heresy agh dishonor." 

A harsh, unceasing laugh of wanton savagery; bleak howls of lifeless mirth echo through the desert air surrounding San'Briu.

Kor'garr hums gleefully, looking up at the leader of the Ka'tau faith with pride even after multiple hours of scribing in the Library of Barbog. Ink stained hands shift about pages, weary yet excited eyes passing over litany even while a rumbling maw mutters translations of Old Blah through the thick handlebar mustache. The Skriptgoth has found another project, and looks forward to releasing the conpleted collection of spiritual prayers.

Kor'garr, Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde, hums under his breath in deep thought while reading the declaration of resignation. Crimson eyes gaze through the paper, unfocused. 

"...Tu huld grudge? Ohr nub?" After that decision is made, he begins drafting an article, taking notes upon the spare copy of human made paper.

I saw Clan and thought it was Orc...

Not mad, just disappointed.

Kor'garr snarls in frustration as he reads over the missive, brow furrowed and guttural rumbles leaving his tusked maw. The Skriptgoth records the name with utmost consideration, grey digits dipping the Jabbernak feather quill into vivid desert ink. Finally, the draft for a new bounty is prepared, ready to be placed within the next Kaktuz Weekli.

Kor'garr ponders upon the handing of a missive to grey hands by a small courier goblin, handing over a few crudely stamped Teeflings for the trouble. A raised, singular brow tilts over crimson eyes.

"Hmm, more Oyashimanz. Zhuld Kor'garr vizit loike dah deyz uv Yong Pyng? Wiz hav nub Tee doh..." Eventually a set of small, delicate shears is taken by the orc as he departs to look for some proper ingredients. Would be rude to show up without a proper brew, after all.

Kor'garr, Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde, grumbles as news of the infamous bandit organization reaches him. A harsh countenance grimaces, mustache covering the aged frown lines.

"Grukk'd dah Mori goht dehm... Ztubburn bugz." Which group he is referring to with that last comment is only known by the orc himself.

The Skriptgoth eagerly awaits the Return of Drus, hopefully as Drus'Ram, to obtain more information on the Akaal Culture.

Kor'garr, Skriptgoth of the Horde and owner of the Kaktuz Weekli, raises a brow at the new bounty notice. Apparently another declaration has arrived for the newspaper...

"Enturyztyng. Vor whut kryme?"

On 6/28/2023 at 11:35 AM, kazoo said:

If you engage in romance rp and don’t tell them ur irl gender is different then it’s weird. Romance rp is weird itself but uhh I guess you gotta get a rp family somehow.

Why engage in Romance RP in the first place on a PG13 server? Even then, if it is a story about your characters and not the players tapping the keyboards why eould people's IRL genders or other characteristics matter? The implication that your characters having an RP family requires some amount of intimacy/closeness on an IRL level, to the point some people would get weirded out by IRL genders, is itself concerning.

Kor'garr reads the announcement with gleaming eyes of pride and a mirthful bark of laughter. Grey hands place the paper aside as he prepares for a new Ashtkaar to be forged...

"Veri, Veri Hozh!"

Kor'garr, Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde, pins a message upon Vuron's note. His handlebar mustache curls above a large, tusky smile.

To Vuron agh the Horde,

Kor'garr agrees that for too long the Krug-hai have grown rusty and our Yargoth been absent. This Claim is supported agh will be decided upon at the next Klamor, which itself will be announced soon. Kor'garr holds much faith in Vuron's truth agh strength.

Kor'garr, Owner of the Kaktuz Weekli, reads this announcement with a furrowed brow and harsh leer.

"Anuddah vor dah Bowntiz..." The comment echoes along arid desert winds as the Skriptgoth prepares to visit Dunfarthing for more information...

 

Kor'garr, Lutaumancer and pacted shaman with the immortal spirit of the Truthful Dead, lets out a rumble of intense thinking while brows furrow over crimson eyes. His scarred chest pulses momentarily with an ever so slight aura of Kor's Echoes, those energies connecting him to the Gatekeeper of the Ancestral Realm. After minutes of careful study, the grey orc nods, beginning to draft a public letter in response for Father Michaels's report.

[!] The Letter is precise and clearly legible, wrote upon dense Cane papyrus with vivid desert berry inks. All are able to obtain a copy as desired. [!]

To Father Michael agh the Kanonist Faithful,

Kor'garr has taken much interest in your report and analysis of Exorcism traditions within your organization. As a Lutaumancer myself, the methods of ushering lost souls to their proper destinations within the Stargush and the purification of the unclean from living Descendants holds great importance to me; It is Kor'garr's Honor bound duty to ensure those influences are led to the afterlife instead of festering upon the Mortal Realm. I agree greatly with the premise brought forward by Father Michael, that those called to ensure the safety of our Souls and given those abilities by higher powers such as Kanon agh the Spirits be encouraged to use them, nub matter their physical features or what lat call "gender". 

However, Kor'garr has azh important point to raise; nub all Burz or foul corruptions upon living Descendants are Ibleesian in origin. While Deemonic possesion is of course ag great danger, the unintended lingering of phantoms or other nubded, whether incorporeal or puppeted skeletons, still traps those departed within purgatories of utmost horror and unholiness. As such, Kor'garr inquires whether Exorcism applies merely to the possessed living, or extends to those Univing influences shackled to the mortal plane.

With Kanon's Holy guidance,
Kor'garr
Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde
Lutaumancer

Kor'garr, Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde, beams with delight while reading through the honorable laws of Rozan. A harsh, grating laugh belts out from his maw while pallid grey digits move his quill to take notes upon the legal system and multiple mentions of Horde patronage.

"Veri, veri Hozh... Kor'garr haz hygh rizpekt vor theze vazzulz, dezpyte der Nub-uruk origynz." With that comment, the Skriptgoth leans further over his writing desk, brow furrowing while half written articles shift atop the polished wooden furniture...