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[!] This information is only accessible to read OOC, unless it is told otherwise through RP. 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝐼𝐿𝐸𝒩𝒞𝐼𝒩𝒢 A duty had been given to the Witch of The Wyld Creed. Her guide had tasked her to hunt, and silence, a predator of the wilds, a task far out of her comfort zone, yet it was a duty she acknowledged as necessary, and would not oppose, and as she had heard the Yasu-Tori, Botsugo, say an ‘eve prior, "Failure is a reminder” but she also knew that failure was a lesson. Before the dawning of the luminous sun, she had begun to make preparations, thinking carefully on which predator would offer her a challenge without the possibility of death. With a beating heart she journeyed into her own instincts of survival, ruling out anything that would be too large and dangerous, and anything that would be too simple and meek. Anticipation channelled through her, carried by anxiety. Sitting by the warming flames of her camp, she delicately bundled various herbs within masterfully woven twine. Each one uttered over with a hushed blessing to the Lord. “To the Horned Lord, Our blessed Lord of the hunt, May thou shine thy strength upon me, Offer me thy swiftness and precision, So that I may silence the blessed animal of thy kingdom With the respect that it deserves.” Golden rays began to seep through each branch within the surrounding forest, heralding a new day and the beginning of the hunt. The warming glow eased her anxiety lightly, recounting everything that she had prepared beneath the gleaming cover of moonlight. The morning winds began to whistle, carrying leaves within as the Witch began to set off. She began to head westward, carefully treading through fields of grazing cows and amongst the soggy marshlands around Junmura. Each step was taken with caution. Each adjustment of her gaze was precise. Her attention was drawn to every sound. The wheel continued to turn, as hours continued to pass without finding many opportunities, she began to rest down for the evening. A welcoming fire was lit amidst a grassy plain to allow for rest and warmth, the winds grew colder with each minute. The witch panned around her surroundings, silent rumbles were felt through her stomach, an aching hunger. Through necessity she decided to forage a variety of berries, scattering them around her fire and patiently waited. A lone, solitary, jackrabbit hesitantly hopped around the witch, picking at each berry that had been scattered. She watched on in her seated position, carefully eyeing her prey with each movement it took. Each of her breaths were slow, and steady. The air condensed with each as she waited. Time slowed as the jackrabbit continued its feast. The witch slowly turned a crude, ritualistic knife within her hands, the sharpened blade shaped from steel, fastened onto a short handle carved from the trunk of a willow tree. Time had almost stopped now, as the prey locked eyes with its predator, they each exchanged a knowing feeling between them. The witch lunged forwards with precise movement, the sharpened blade, held tightly within her hand, bound by duty, towards the neck of the rabbit, piercing it quickly and successfully. Nature stilled as the prey was silenced, and once again the witch offered a prayer. “To the Mother-Maiden, Our blessed Lady of life, May thou shine thine peace unto this silenced animal, Offer it thy protection as it joins thee beyond the hedge.” The witch began to carve away at the rabbit, each action taken with intention. The hide was washed within the river, stored for an intended purpose. The meat was rationed, half cooked and eaten, half salted and preserved. The blood bottled within a leathery vessel. That which was not used was buried beneath the fire, waiting to be claimed and returned into the soil. The wheel turned once more. A new day broke past the horizon. Satiated with the food blessed by her most recent hunt, and well rested, the Witch sought to move quickly during dawn as an appropriate plan came to fruition within her steady mind, filled with a rush of adrenaline. She knew what her duty was. She withdrew the salted meat from the dusk before and set it upon the roots of a tree. Herbs of chamomile, sage, and thyme were scattered ritualistically around the meat, not for seasoning, but for luck, prosperity, and courage. Another prayer, to the Horned Lord, was uttered above the baited meat, pouring the blood of the slain jackrabbit was quickly poured around it, accentuating the aroma, reaching for an animal's hunger. Hastily did the witch seek to ascend the tree, gripping the most suitable of crevices amongst the splintering bark until she had met a steady branch in which to perch herself, above the bait, silently. The sun glistened higher within the turning sky, her feet becoming numb as they rested against the harsh grain of the branch. Waiting. Anticipating. A sound caught the Witch’s attention, the cracking of sticks and the crumbling of foliage beneath a plush paw. Her head was static, not wanting to make any noise of her own, even her breaths slowly became less frequent. She was statuesque, becoming one with the tree, and the tree was one with her. Silken, stone-greyed fur crept through the thicket. Amber eyes, fireflies against the dawning sun's radiance. Unkempt claws dragged through the untilled soil of the forest. A solitary wolf, from the legions of Morea, measured at one-hundred and thirty inches in length, and sixty inches in height. The largest hound the Witch had ever witnessed, panic began to curdle within her. She felt watched. The beast drew ever closer, sniffing the dew-laden air, salivating between its broken, dirtied fangs, as a meal had been presented before it. The predator began licking against the blessed meal with its spiked tongue, with the Witch continuing to watch above. The overwhelming sense of anxiety coursed throughout her, beginning to shake each bone. Her sweaty grip tightened around the handle of her dagger. Her thoughts clouded her mind, against this unfamiliar foe, she shifted her weight to fall over one side of the branch, the point of her blade aimed directly towards the wolf’s neck as she sought to ambush it from above. Her own, careless, reaction notified the prey of her intention of duty, its agile neck twisted around to snap its maw towards her, its body thrashed against the shrubbery as she landed against its thick hide. The steel edge of her blade sunk within the beast’s neck, its thrashing scored a wound around, and along its side and ichor began to stain its coarse fur. The Witch withdrew the blade from its tough flesh and scrambled to shift herself quickly through the dry dirt beneath as the canine swiped against her movements, a gnarled claw caught her cheek, grazing her petrified face and drawing crimson ichor, its other pinned her, restrained her movement, before its jaw snapped forcibly towards her. Laying against the forest floor, her usually clean attire now sodden, torn and stained with the blood of both predator and prey, her duty continued to remind her of her servitude. Through persistence, her leg stretched outwards towards the beast's chest, stunting it slightly so that her dagger could slice the hazy morning air and across the maw of the wolf, each action fuelled by intent, a devotion to the triumvirate, struggling past her striking fear. The predator's jaw hung loosely, and weakly, its harsh whimpering brought about spouts of blood that fell upon the witch. Its strength began to fall, lightly releasing its paw from her chest, ferrous blood ran from her own wounds, the Witch that was weakened herself sliced her dagger downwards on the wolf’s front leg that had her pinned, it slowly began to scuttle back, wounded and crying. The Witch gathered her breaths that were taken by the wolf’s trap, the sun now hung in the sky as a spot light, gracing her hunt. Her glance moved over to the wolf, it now laying against a fallen conifer, blood pooled around its fading vessel with each weep, its strength had been lost to avenge itself against the Witch. She rose, but tears began to fall with each shaky step she took towards it, holding her bloodied blade, understanding her duty. Silencing it with intent. The Witch stood above it as the lids of its eyes drew to a close, its last breath eternalised in the mist of dawn, and its pure soul carried beyond the hedge, she uttered a final prayer. “To the Crone, Our blessed Guardian of Rebirth, May thou claim this soul, Transform it and pass it onto a new life, Place it back upon the material plane and set it free.” With the hunt concluded, she sat beside the corpse, stroking its bloodied fur with each word of the prayer, her voice accompanying its soul, easing the transition from life to death. The Witch procured a small satchel, pulling from it a cloth to hold against her own wounds, and various herbs to ease her pain and coagulate the blood that seeped from them, draining her strength. Moments soon passed, and she revitalised, beginning to scatter the site of the hunt with bundles of lavender, blessing the wolf’s spirit with peace and purification. Her eyes continued to weep. The animal silenced, the forest was silent, and so too was the unheard song of nature, silent. The sun hung isolated, directly above the forest, enshrouding the now ritualistic site in a golden aura of tranquillity. The crickets now thrummed once more as the Witch regained her energy, lifting herself against a tree to once again approach the corpse, grasping its legs to tie with woven twine and dragging it onto an unfurled rug of dry leather to bring simplicity to the journey back. The Witch’s back was gently warmed by the sun as she slowly travelled back east-ward.

I love the extra opportunity for a more distance combat approach in Druidism, I think it will fit into certain peoples play styles much better if they don't prefer close-range attacks all of the time. +1 I understand Lemonke's feedback but your response and reasoning is completely valid.

As someone who plays a Conduit, I got really scared that you were going to try and implement combative abilities but upon further reading the one you have suggested is actually really cool and, if accepted, I would look forward to using it. Good job on the writing, I enjoyed reading it.

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[!] Naoki begins to prepare all of her cook ware within her whimsical little kitchen, gathering the ingredients from the cupboards, in preparation to make the Okashi.

Namemc: Gnomeh Use the first character, she should be an elfess in green robes and red gloves. Revina is a Herald of Azdromoth, so perhaps a fire-type team, but she is also journeying towards enlightenment of the mind and body.

A Lonely Whisper - Truth [!] Everything written before the image would not be known IRP. Cold mists clung to the northern peaks like mourning veils, and atop their solemn heights knelt an elven woman, her long brown hair unfurling in the wind like strands of grief. Before a weathered shrine, she bowed in silent meditation, though a single tear betrayed her stillness, tracing her cheek as the breeze murmured of ruin. Her robes bore the blood of the fallen, soaked from the desperate hours spent ferrying survivors from the charred bones of Vjarngrad. The siege by Orsithiael, the Mountain incarnate, had scorched her memory with fire and screams, but worse still came the Ibleesians, the Empire, the Numendelians, who descended like carrion upon the wounded city, cleaving through its people with soulless precision. She had watched lambs led to slaughter, and heard the final prayers of the innocent. Now sat hollowed by sorrow, her voice cracking the silence with a scream that thundered through the crags like a storm unbound. Her gaze lifted to the shrine, eyes wide with dread, whispering broken questions to the sky. “Why?” “When will it end?” “What do I do?” The flames before her stirred, reaching toward her anguish, smoke curling from her lips with each utterance. And then, in the hush between sobs, came clarity, not from reason, but from revelation. Faith. The word bloomed in her chest like firelight in a cavern. She spoke in a draconic tongue, her voice trembling yet resolute: “Azdromoth, The King Who Is, Daemon of Fate and Conviction - hear my pleas, hear my cries - guide me, illuminate my path with your flame and wisdom.” The flames danced in response, her tears seared away, and her chant rose once more into the sky, not as lament, but as invocation. [!] Parchment with scorned edges were hung around Aevos, often over shadowing others and tacked on almost every brick. “Revina, Herald of Azdromoth. That is my name. And if you were here to hear me shout it, I would. Not for glory, but for pride. Not pride in self, but in the path I’ve carved from ash and silence. I was once a girl adrift, untouched by faith, for I had never been given reason to grasp it. But these days... these days have begun to break me. The realm fractures like ice beneath weight, and my faith, once a flicker, waned with every division. The Empire’s cruelty in the North shattered me. Rage took root, and I let it bloom. It blinded me. My emotions stiffened, cracked, and I stood paralyzed, unsure how to heal what had already bled dry. I was lost, lost in a mind tangled with weeping vines, mourning not just the dead, but the pieces of myself I could no longer find. But faith is not always found in light. Sometimes, it is born in the shadow of ruin. I did not stumble upon it. I forged it. In the silence after the rage, I heard whispers. Not divine proclamations, but echoes of my own will, reshaped. I saw the broken, the cast-aside, the ones who still stood despite the weight. And I stood with them. Not because I believed in gods, but because I believed in the fire that refuses to die. Azdromoth did not call me, I called to him. Not with prayer, but with purpose. I became his herald not through revelation, but through resolve. My faith is not blind. It is a blade, tempered in grief and wielded with clarity. I do not kneel, I walk. And with every step, I try to carve meaning into the world that once tried to erase mine.” “I call out to the realm, not out of desperation but out of defiance. Let them hear me, not as a plea, but as a reckoning. The Empire has carved its cruelty into our soil, branding fear into the hearts of the meek and the bold alike. I have felt that fear. I have tasted its bitterness in sleepless nights and clenched fists. But I do not speak from fear, I speak through it. I am angry, yes. I am scared, yes. But I am not broken. I am the flame that learned to burn without permission. I am the voice that rose from silence, not to beg, but to declare: we are still here. And I will not let the Empire write our ending.” “Norland will forever be spoken” Signed,

[!] Leytura waddles and babbles around Lenores home, with her dolls, whilst her mother prepares.

Can we have a 'What if. . .' Series?

"He has also been an issue within Caurost and, along with his friend Deler, was banned from Vjarngrad" A certain, frequent, Caurosi guard noted

Overlap can be expected you are correct. However personally, just from reading the title I instantly thought of Kani and as I continued to read it sounded very similar. There is a lot of lore but also a persons imagination is infinite, many new ideas can be created it just depends on the execution of these ideas.

I want a dwarf and I havent even read it yet

My personal goal in life and in death is a desire to be a Jenny

Not sure entirely how it works but will the weather events be toggle-able since I see that being an issue performance wise for some people. Correct me if I am wrong.

Do yu have a favourite roleplay clique, if so what is it?

[OOC] Recently I have been overwhelmed, since I have been playing far too many characters at once and neglecting many, which made me lose enjoyment in playing them, so I have decided to come to the decision to permanently kill (PK) all of them, though this post is just for my two most beloved and main characters, and start again on one character, who I hope to play for a long time and devoting all my time to them instead of 6 characters. This, in my opinion, will help me build stronger relations for my character and enhance my roleplay. It has taken some time to decide this because as much as I neglected my characters, I found a lot of enjoyment through them and met many great roleplayers through them. So in this post, I will detail in small paragraphs for each character, what has happened to them. Please do not metagame any possible information given in this post, and only acknowledge it if these characters have been directly involved with yours. Yepos Fernwin An elderly gnome, always full of life and joy, settled within the realm of Nevaehlen, which was where he had been studying under his great teacher and friend who he trusted very much, Theodred the Coyote Druid. Yepos’ studies took him on many amazing journeys, mentally and physically, allowing him to meet many who he had come to love, notably; Sonna Vulnrith, Liriana, Scoria, Amber Terin and Revian Winterleaf. His druidic studies were slow yet they taught him a lot, helping him grow as a person. However, Yepos had never been apart of much of a family which led him to ask Sonna to join the Sirame seed, eager to be apart of something larger than his small self, to which she gave him three trials; The first one was to find a way to represent himself to which he presented a terrarium, filled with mushrooms, telling her how, despite his small stature, he thrived and became resilient, despite his struggles and often helping others much like the symbiotic relationship between the fungi and the forests. The second task was to craft a weapon, which delighted the crafty gnome, putting his expertise to use, he fashioned a crossbow using the antlers of a stag he had hunted during one of his druidic tasks, and some sturdy branches, who he had named the Spore Spitter, which had helped him claim many lives of ghouls and other undead creatures that threatened the balance. The third task, was to venture into the wilds, journeying through the realm for an entire year, which excited him even more than the last, the chance to connect with nature, turning back to his gnomish roots and enjoying it, it should have been easy for him. Yet despite all that he had learned he found some days more challenging than others but he continued on, though a year had passed and the elderly gnome had not returned to Nevaehlen, which begs the question. “What has happened to Yepos Fernwin?” Minuvae Inaberos A woman of loyalty, determination, and the pursuit of knowledge. Settled within the Grand Princedom of Caurost, she became a custodian within the Iussus Discipulus, the library of Caurost, working beneath Aduiladyr, a friend she became close to, often spending a great deal of time together enhancing their temple of knowledge making sure that it was taken care of with pride, so that any prospective scholars could use it to enhance themselves. Another companion Minuvae had made was her alchemy teacher, Osar, the wisest man she had ever met. Often spending their days speaking on the origins of the universe in a sophisticated manner she very much preferred, the elderly man enlightened her with each conversation they had together, determined to become better each day, challenging her mental and physical capabilities. Though her determination to become stronger was flawed by the fact she vowed to remain peaceful, attempting to soothe any harmful acts against herself with mere words, which was idiotic and did not work well against an uruk that had the brain capacity of a child, leaving her bloodied and strung on a pike in a nearby field of her beloved capital, Caurost. Her words did not have much meaning to the Uruk

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Changed Status to Under Review Hi there! Your application has been put on pending as there are changes that need to be made before you can be accepted. See below. Please review our Wiki’s definition of Powergaming and Metagaming. Your response is not quite right. Ensure to include an example in your response. If you're having a hard time writing something down/or don’t know how else to word it, contact a community member. If you need help, please feel free to reach out. https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Metagaming_%26_Powergaming You can also learn more about combat roleplay here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIJioVePKYo Please make sure to include at least six sentences in your roleplay scenario! If you’re stumped on what to add. I recommend saying where you are from, how was it growing up? Maybe talk about your parents? Etc. Your skin isn’t server appropriate. Please change this, and feel free to use or take inspiration from our skin archive. → https://sites.google.com/view/lotc-skinarchive Unfortunately, you cannot apply with a mask covering your character’s face on your Minecraft skin. This is to ensure you’re aware of the rules, that the race you chose is appropriate, and that your skin matches your physical description. If you do not make these changes within 48 hours, you will be denied. When you are finished, please message me on Discord Gnomeh_ to let me know, or if you don’t have Discord, send me a forum message, and please do ask if you have any questions. You can join the LotC Discord here: Discord If you still need help, check the wiki! WIKI Link to the New Player hub! : New Player Hub

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