Saun_399

Could metaplay via screenshots sent and roleplay being streamed in calls also include completely innocent sharing between friends? As someone who has streamed LOTC in voicecalls, and posted funny and also spooky roleplay screenshots in quotes channels, and sending to friends, I'm worried that these actions could be seen as metaplay and punished. Should we cease sharing roleplay screenshots and streaming our screens in voice calls? Should we also be worried that previous actions will be reported? Should we delete quote channels, or the bardmancy emote show off channel?

How likely is it that ships will be allowed pastes again along with terrain?

MOTHER NO. MOTHER NOOOO

At the forefront of the explosion, several members blinded and blighted by the explosion of rot and smog. Filling the lungs of those unlucky enough to be in close range. The next few hours blurred together, dragging men away from the ballroom in pieces, lining up members and checking them into the already packed clinic based on level of severity. Many lined the tree base with a heavy air of mourning and anger brewing. Lesley lay on his side on a cot in the crowded bay, as the Ak'vei arrived to take on patients and do their best to heal. The shuffling dulled under the ringing of his ears, and he knew he could sleep peacefully, if only he could take a full breath.

Aluthshae spits out his tea after being handed the stolen poster. "What child wrote this?"

Lesley eats the notice.

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Finnian, unaware of this strange phenomena linked loosely to his own, should be glad that this was not the horror he had seen. Although unable to quite remember what the cosmos did show to him, perhaps quite too mentally challenging to hold onto, this.. this was a different line of unfathomable.

A certain rugged blonde leans forwards on his crutches to stare at the missive presented to him. Squinting as he traced the words, conjuring something... familiar. Lesley gasps and teeters back on the crutches to declare: "They made me look OLD!" No actual comment on his experience was made. But he did wonder, who would take the time to write about someone like him.

The Rabbit. Towards my quiet sanctuary from your hunt, do you seek refuge from the cold you banished me into. Begging on my doorstep for aid, I reward it with open hands. Hot water and medical supplies I waste on your ruse. Cold, and callous tricksters of Haense. It was my mistake to trust and aid you, do not take it out on an innocent. Return what you took from me, unharmed. She placed trust in you, as I did, and I heard her cries for freedom as you rode from me, taunting your victory. What is a victory, in taking a man's pet? To capture and innocent rabbit, for what purpose? To torture? Forgive me, and forget this rambling. Treat her kindly, she is confused. Return her home, if you have a heart. If anyone of Aevos does find a lone white and brown speckled rabbit, with a pink ribbon too far from home; I will offer a reward for her safe return. Do not take out our differences on the innocents, leave them out of this war. - Kalosýni.

Submission time! IGN Saun_399 DISCORD Saunless CATEGORY Visual Arts TITLE Daybreak, Ailmere. Cultivation of National Pride. https://imgur.com/gallery/TbPfe1Q

Now stripped of his warpaint, with armour tucked away in a closet, suggested to be LOCKED by his disappointed mother. The son of Hawkins-Gylldene calls out for his father as he picks up the missive. "BABA. They mentioned you and UNCLE FARIAN again in the leaf!"

The Norlandic boy in question, still a child of thirteen and exhausted. Completely battle worn for the first of many times, and touching death so closely. Reeling in the celebration of victorious bloodshed, and soaking in the glory and camaraderie of his clan and Nation amidst the burning and ash-festered snow. In the dim light of camp he sat and allowed his father to tend to injury, a snap of bone he had ignored and let sit with adrenaline guiding him. He thought to the bravery of his nation and the success of it's battle plans. He also thought to the bold and brazen dealings of himself and how he prevailed, oh, only for his dear mother to give him a ferocious scalding for sometime soon.. For him then, the true war begins.

I drew that banner.

Diligent and from what information I have, a good response to the situation Wonder if the other changes will be public, like the reinstating of the mod he recently shot? Or the outcome of a player's report that he reversed? Either way, difficult but good work. I know I could never be in this position

Milk, Showlocke, Eso, and UNI <3

MC Name: eamgae Discord: saunless Image: Description of Image: Simple drawing done by a child ( My character Finnian ) Ferrets eating jerky. Artistic masterpiece. Dimensions: 1x1 ( One map )

A certain elf decides to live precariously, not just a statement of the matter but a new age for all. The Celia'norian Viscounty of Petra'nor is set into planning. ( Meme post, have a good auction! )

Why is it held in Celia'nor?

Aluthshae stands at the door of his outlet, armed with a long handled brush. Actively attempting to guard his wares and his floors from the feline ambush... No amount of 'shoo' is working to deter them. "This is ne ayla- I should install door gates.."

Aluthshae would view the contents of the flyer while locking his door- Then taking a moment to fold the paper and run the crease. The aheral mentally marking down the name, as he head towards the bureau to say his piece.

Aluthshae looked to his trusted friend attempting to read her expression as she stood rigid in the wake of the body. Wordlessly, he stepped up in her inability to move, shedding his long trailing cardigan and covering the body with the dark woven wool. Pulling it up to the face and scorched, long hair. Some recognition in his eyes quickly leaving as he managed to hide the poor girl's lifeless features from his sight. Tucking in the cardigan around her, before starting to lift the girl in his arms. Cradling her, only legs visible hanging from his arms and the draping fabric, darkened and dehydrated down to bone. He continued to hold her steady as the woman next to him dropped down and and broke, clinging to her daughter before he could pull the girl away from her forever. Not letting himself be dragged downwards by her grasp, just watching as his dear friend grieved.

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IGN: Saun_399 DISCORD: Saunless CATEGORY: Visual Art TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: Pumpkin carving with Aran and Lesley