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Favourite Nightingale moment? Favourite Damien and Amelia moment? Worst thing about LOTC?

Name: Ryveth Atmorice Race: Snow Elf Age: N/A Gender: male [[OOC]] Username: DapperFumi Discord: Fumi#8199 Timezone: EST

Viktor Romstun accompanied his family into the tavern of Old Providence, offering to brew his nephew and niece something to drink. The sun shone brilliantly in the clear blue sky, the laughter and chitter-chatter of young Romstun children filling such a beautiful atmosphere. Oh, where did he go wrong? Viktor Romstun was only a boy then, when he twirled and laughed beside his brother in the rain. Grass tickled at his bare feet, and the young Viktor glanced down to the swath of damp green around him. The sun favored him that day, enveloping the Earth with a vibrant shine, accompanied with unexpected rain. The love he had for this meteorological phenomenon - a sunshower. It was a fiery love, an appreciation for the little things in life. Oh, where did he go wrong? Viktor Romstun clenched the withered rose in his hands, dewy-eyed. He gulped, trying to tame his fear and emotion. He stood atop muddied Earth, sparks of flame engulfing the airspace around him. The distant cries of those victim to his horrors and his sin echo about, their poor souls haunting him forever. Those he killed, those who suffered his wrath, those who where unfortunate enough to be caught in his entanglement of emotions...they were the poor souls which haunted him forever. Perhaps, it was then? It began when fate bit him in the ass, when the universe punished him for his crime. It captured everyone he loved, everyone he'd die for. It grasped them - stole them, killed them. It brought him devastating sorrow and despair, it made him feel as if his heart was tugged by the strings - twisted and turned, ripped out of his flesh. This was nothing but a façade, something he told himself to conceal the brutal truth. The possibility that this recurring phenomenon in his life was simply because...nobody loved him. Like Darius, his brother. The old souls' cackles were hoarse, a dark brown beard glimmering when exposed to firelight. He recalls the many nights he spent with his brother in Old Providence, hands clasped behind their backs, adoring the light of stars pressing against a blackened night sky. He remembers his brotherly love, a rough yet playful love. When his glove rubbed against his head, “Stop that!” Viktor said through laughs, hugging his older brother. How much he longs for that childish habit - a childish show of love. A love that meant everything to him. (@ItemVendor) Oh, but like everyone else. He vanished. Like Faux, his dearest friend. Oh, why did it have to end? For she was his dearest friend. Eyes as blue as a clear blue sky, She was his partner in crime, partner in cry. She was there, when he was in his prime. “Then we are precisely in the same boat.” Yes, she was patient, that’s why. Finally, someone understood him. Finally, someone- (@iFractal) Oh, but like everyone else. She vanished. Like Grace, his niece. He remembers the times when she was young. She was sophisticated, yet cheerful. Her warm smile could wash away all his stress and worry in an instant. She was the definition of pure beauty. Light blue eyes like her father, long blonde hair. She was a kind-hearted and mature soul, the perfect child. She was left by her mother and father, left to roam such an accursed world all on her own. He knew the feeling all too well, to be abandoned by the people you thought cared about you. The feeling of losing a loved one, the feeling that a piece of your heart has been torn. It was this that made him want to care for her, guide her, protect her from all danger. He would crumble completely when she cried, all he ever wanted to do was to stay by her side. (@iFractal) He failed her. Like Solana, the bright figure of yellow and brown he could spot from a mile away. The clink and clank of her jewels pressing together etched permanently into his mind, exchanging a warm smile with the woman almost every time he saw her. She was one of the last people he could find true happiness in, where he could reach out and be pulled out of the depths of a void, the depths of a hell he wasn’t ready to face. The bright figure of yellow and brown. (@holyterrain) Oh, but like everyone else. She vanished. However. Viktor Romstun was quite literally on the verge of death, his armoured heels dug against the glossy edge of Providence’s city hall balcony. Dark clouds formed above him, thunder rumbling in the distance. A storm was near, his signature Staff of Homa pressed against the neck of his hostage. Primrose Gendik. She was liable for the death of his friend, the last thing needed to push Viktor into an utter state of desolation. Countless bystanders shouted from below, pleading for Viktor to stop. He told them how much she, the Gendik had hurt him. He attempted to justify why he yearned to punish her, to scar her so much. Through all their pleads, a special voice stuck out to him. A voice he…hadn’t heard in years. “Viktor!” The voice cracked, “Viktor, it is me,” the voice begged and strained. “Viktor, it is Solana… I'm here, please- what are you doing…” It was…her? Her? “Please- Viktor, I love you!” She loves him? Her sudden reappearance bemused him, and her words pierced so deep that he completely forgot the severity of the situation he was in. Before he knew it, swarms of people gathered on the balcony. His attention drifted upon the bright figure of yellow and brown, who appeared smeared in his tear filled eyes. “She…loves me?” Those three words echoed around in his head, the man not even realizing that his weapon was released from the woman. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and as the bystanders scurried to help the woman, an intense downpour began. Rain violently pattered against his armour, and the wind rushed through his hair. Tears seeped through his eyes and streamed down his face, hair locks thinned from the rain. At that moment, he was absent from it all. Their pleads and cries drowned by his racing mind. “She loves me…” Viktor murmured to himself, words barely sounding through the fierce rainstorm. He grasped onto his pocket watch, his lifesaver, in case he were to change his mind. Taking dallied, singular steps back, Viktor smiled in what could've been his final moments. His muscles relaxed, his body sunk, and he fell off the edge. Angry bursts of wind slammed against his body, mouth opening to mutter again. “She loves me...?” Every time he uttered those words... "No, why would anyone ever love you?" "She loves me..." He was met with a response, a response from the voice inside his head. The last bit of pessimism inside of him. "̵N̶o̶,̵ ̵n̵o̷ ̷o̷n̵e̷ ̸l̴o̸v̷e̵s̴ ̸y̵o̸u̵.̷"̴ "She loves me." But slowly... "̵̦͛N̸̥̈́ǫ̶͠!̸̨͊ ̵́ͅỲ̵͖ǫ̴̔ų̴̈́ ̷̫̀a̴̢̾r̶͕͒ḛ̶́n̵͇̈́'̵͜͝t̵̗̓ ̷̳̀l̴̫̅ǒ̷̖v̴̟̓e̶̢͆ḑ̸̽!̶̫͗"̶̙͆ "She loves me!" that response... "̷̰̞̮̰̟̞͗́̽̀̒̔̉̕N̶̜͗̾̎̃̒͝ͅō̸͇̩̯͎̺̣͛̄̌̚͝͝!̴̪̟͍͇̪̒̎̄̔̐̊͑̌ ̶̗͉̤̊̓͌͗̀̎̑N̶̛͓̺ő̵͈!̸̳͌͂̏͑̔̈̚ ̵͔̙͕̖̖̌͆̃͒̎̽͜Ṉ̵͇̙̔̈́͊̂̎̕̚̕ȯ̷̢͕̩̠͔̂͐̊̑͆ͅ!̵̢̻͈͍̘̾̄̀̔̎͘ ̶̫̗̍̚N̷̢̖͔̤̦̬̩̄̃̿̈ơ̵̜̈́͆̐͗!̵̲̎̈́͗̓͐̓̍"̶̛̻̞͓̝̀̿̊̈̈̎ "She loves me!" capitulated. The chains swung- he vanished, returning moments later with a thud. His final moments are comparable to the moment a rain droplet trickles down to the edge of a leaf, and falls - only to be absorbed by the muddied Earth some seconds later. When Viktor chose to live, and shifted some meters to his side to survive, the leaf shook. When he fell to the ground, letting out a raspy grunt, the water trickled to the edge of the leaf, preparing to fall. When he gazed to the hoard of people present, a mixture of guards and citizens alike - when he saw the armoured man pivot on his heel, dagger in hand, and make his way to the defenseless Viktor Romstun, the droplet gently slid off the leaf and made it's way to the ground. "Is this what they mean? Time's almost frozen." Viktor thought, eyes surveying the deathly still figures around him. "Everything slows down...right before you die?" In what felt like an eternity to the him, Viktor's ponderous mind touched upon many subjects in those few moments. However, he had truly accepted everything up to that moment. He no longer believed he was a monster, he forgave himself for the things he had done, the things that gnawed away at his sanity practically everyday. He simply chose to be at peace with it all. Finally, the dagger came into contact with his flesh, it's blade driving deep into his skull. His fastened - shallow breaths ceased, his body went limp, and his thoughts washed away. The rain droplet fell into Earth, and so... The Raven flew. ~ .

Who's your favourite Romstun (besides vendor)

Viktor Romstun scans over the missive with a small hum, crumbling and throwing it away without another thought.

Viktor Romstun towered hundreds of feet above Providence, hands clasped behind his back. His hair blew faintly in the wind, a somber gaze locked down below. The crumbled missive laid grasped between his fingers, chin buried to his chest. And as the gloomy atmosphere only continued, the man was slowly compressed - numbed. He clenched his jaw and fists, eventually assembling the audacity to look up to the sky, tears lingered in his eyes. "Alec..." He whispered, struggling to swallow down a still-beating heart. "Like everyone else-" A trembling hand slipped off the other and pressed against his mouth, eyes squeezing shut. Tears seeped through his eyelids and streamed off his eyelashes, the tiny droplets finding itself absorbed by the stone ceiling he was placed upon. "Like everyone..." He fell to his knees, mentally and physically deadened. "Like Darius, like Faux, like Edward, like Roland, like Solana, like- like-" He murmured, voice barely echoing through his palm. His hand slipped off of his mouth, tears left to freely stream down his face. Long seconds passed as he simply sat there, the only thing interjecting the sorrowful silence was the faint rustling of his coat against the wind - and his subdued cries. "Like everyone, you vanished...you're gone." He sighed, letting his head drop once more. Through his grief, he was reminiscent of Alec's talks against evil, his pure expression and emotion, everything that he didn't have. "You probably died thinking I was a good man too." He finally resumed his desperate babble, shaky legs pulling the Romstun up. "Now everything I do after this..." He slipped a hand into his coat, stepping to the edge. The faint sound of chains whirring together sounded against the wind, the same - mournful look casted down below. "All my villainy. It's no longer a challenge to the system, it's war. A war I'm declaring for you. A war...to avenge you." He dangled the chains of his pocket watch one final time, muttering something towards it. He slid his heel forth and hovered it over the edge, movements and breaths dallied. "Quite the long way down, mm?" He remarked to his deceased friend, clenching his fist as to paint the illusion his words had any significance. He softened at that moment, allowing himself to fall forward and off the roof. Wind blew madly against his hair and coat, his tears being pushed into the air as he fell. Violently, the wind pounded against his sleeves and pocket watch - eyelids gently closing as he neared the end of his freefall. The chains which held his watch rustled once more, and the wind which reverberated around him soon fell silent. "It's a war..." "A war I'm not strong enough to fight." ~

I would unironically try to sing this. Let me try it.

Well said!

Name: Korshra Zahlor'Ceru Age: N/A Gender: Male Race: Dark Elf (OOC) Username: KilluFumi Discord: Fumi#8199 Timezone: EST

As someone who's played for four years, why do you think LOTC is so easy to get hooked to? I personally have never played any other video game or Minecraft server for four years consistently, however LOTC is the first server/game I've been able to play consistently these past seven months or so.

Hey Slorbin...man... Why is your head posted against a spear outside my house... Did the cancel culture get to you...buddy?

I have literally never seen someone -1 on a post and use RP as their reasoning behind the -1. If they do, it's to show the players OOC behaviour that derived from or was in regards to said roleplay. Also never really seen something like ""they are a two-faced person because of what they did in rp one time" used in a -1 comment either. For this, I give you a -1

Name: Korshra Zahlor'Ceru Race: Dark Elf Age: N/A Gender: Male [[OOC]] Username: KilluFumi Discord: Fumi#8199 Timezone: EST

With a wince Oliver Solros dragged the missive off his desk, shaky hands lifting it in front of him. "I should get Locke a mask..." He whispered, slowly crumbling the parchment into a ball - sheepishly allowing it to fall atop the floor.

Congratulations on being here for a year. It seems you've etched quite the reputation for yourself, kebab boy. Looking forward to a few more years, lol

Grisha snapped an arm into the air, screaming. ALEC, HERO OF THE COMMONERS!"

Oliver reads through the missive, letting out a deep sigh. "Great. Just when I thought I could get off my seat and sit down." He cackled to himself, staring up to the roof of his home. "Although you wanted a fight, right?"

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Thanks!