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nothing will change if no-one speaks out about the specific flaws and methods of repair. tell us what occurs in the basement of tythus LTD moderation offices co. limited smmer on the topic of the post, whether or not timers to bans should be added depends heavily on whether one trusts moderation to not give short ban times to their friends (they've changed as a person, trust me bros). such a system is easily abusable - and yes, so is the current one, but would we rather have an abused system where folks get banned for a few months longer than they should (and such doesn't always happen) or a system where folks can drastically reduce ban lengths for their friends who really shouldn't be unbanned so promptly? idk the answer to that but that's really what this boils down to

weren't they CT

is folks getting nsfw art of lotc chars banned or no

To Lord Ruthern, My name is Serwa. I have attempted to find and reach you in person, but such has unfortunately proved unsuccessful - so now I write to you. I am an acolyte to Cardinal Callahan, and I have a request; that the hill opposite your fort bearing the glowing Lorraine upon it be used as a site for the construction of a Chapel - the Stone Chapel. My reasons for this are twofold. One, when we made pilgrimage to the site, we found the Lorraine bloodied and dirtied, chunks of meat and other viscera tied to it by rope. We knelt in sorrowful prayer - and when we raised our heads, we found it not only clean, but glowing; verily, proof of His approval. The place is Holy, the site of a divine miracle. Two, I - and others - have been having visions and dreams of the Stone Chapel, sent by Him, we can only presume. The dreams are not dark nor blasphemous in nature; verily, they show of the Stone Chapel, the detail and the makeup of it. The building is entirely made out of stone, and bears no windows - the space for them, certainly, but no glass keeps the elements out. Everything, down to the pews, is constructed from rock. Only the door is made of spruce, and above the entrance are inscribed the words: We, the sons of ancient glory, We, the heirs of ancient trow, We shall bring GOD to the morrow And deliver Him to the now.. I ask your permission for this pious building to be constructed because you own the land upon which we would build it. I do not want to start without your permission - I do not want to cause undue offense. I cannot see how it would cause you much trouble (we will build it ourselves; if you do not wish to help, you need not). I would like to state, too, that this project has the approval of Cardinal Callahan - all I desire is your approval, and then we can begin this Holy work. GOD be, - Serwa

First Report [A drawing of a statue.] I have spent a brief time in Kaethul so far - having investigated the being known as 'Zaqiel', I can confirm, Father Callahan, that the being did really appear, and has apparently done so multiple times. According to locals, it travels the world over in search of something, though it refuses to say what. It is therefore not unreasonable to conclude that Kaethul bears no special interest to the being. Those who saw it believed it to be an Aengul; indeed, they have gone so far as to erect a statue in the square, with the below inscription recorded upon it: 'On the 20th of the Deep Cold, Year 171 SAI, Kaethul was blessed with the presence of a divine Aengul. This Aengul was a being of pure beauty, and graced our citizens with not only its mere presence, but its ancient wisdom. This monument now stands as a testiment to the grace and eloquence of that Aengul. Let all bask in its radient glow.' I have been told that this Zaqiel regularly visits - I will wait for it, then relay the experience.

Sat on a grassy hill, Serwa hummed a little hymn to herself, notes tinged with thought. That unsigned letter - 'The Eye still watches' - had unnerved her, severely so. Father Callahan had called it a 'curse', and indeed, she had felt a deep paranoia ever since, after it had been slipped to her pocket by the gates of Celia'nor... She prayed, and then stood. She had always given thanks to the GOD, no matter the circumstance - perhaps she might send out a pious letter or two, an offered chance at redemption.

@Jentos sleep in a chantry soon mate, you know what im talking abt. ty for being generally cool and reading all the schizo bullshit I keep on producing and sending at you @DiogenI guess ur cool :/ (we'll fix fwitches no doubt). ty for reading everything I send at you also @Cheesety for being an amazing friend. sorry for giving up hael, thats my bad @Agyyou will see MALUKOR

"What is to be made of metal imitations of the Children of Horen that can commit sinful acts but bear no soul to face divine punishment in the afterilfe? What is to be made of a thing that can do evil but face no true consequence?" Serwa thought deeply, then sent the letter onto the good Father Callahan, hoping to hear his views. @Fleeperpriest

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