Frostdrop1

Crowd control is a massively powerful tool. Too powerful to have the magic itself based around it. Moreover, none of the other magics are really written to have the spells upgrade with tiers. I will say I'm generally unimpressed with the way voidal magic has worked on lotc. Its boring and largely seems to lack utility, making you far too vulnerable for my liking. When I read this, this makes me think of what I'd like to see in magic because its really quite strong with very clear and obvious utility in a Breadth of ways. However, this is also a clear signal to me that this magic is just far too powerful. Ontop of that the idea of 'zap' and 'stun' are really gimmicky in a way the other evos arent. It kind of needs bringing in line more with the style of the other current evos, or the other evos being re-written to be like the style this has.

Audo Weiss smiled at his father getting in on the honey product bizz. He folded his hands behind his back as he stepped through the busy-buzzin' brewery that was setting about fermenting barrels of Zvaervauld Gold out of their Zvaervauld Lilac Honey™. Perhaps he'd just brush aside that he'd taste-tested this product for him... Under mild pressure.

Out of all the young Pelears, perhaps the most frequent around Zvaervauld had been the young Esper who had - even in her lonesome travels - found her way there. Audo Weiss ran the missive through his hands before politely folding it and setting it beside a empty mug of zvaervauld honey-sweetened coffee. Getting up, he stepped out to the balcony overlooking the fields and, more importantly, the stables. "..Szam we did niet get to ride..." He tilted his gaze up, signed the hussariyan and offered a quiet prayer.

“Sexual harassment includes unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical harassment of a sexual nature in the community. Sexual harassment does not always have to be specifically about sexual behavior or directed at a specific person. For example, negative comments about women as a group may be a form of sexual harassment. Although sexual harassment laws do not usually cover teasing or offhand comments, these behaviors can also be upsetting and have a negative emotional effect. Sexual harassment can occur in a variety of circumstances. The harasser can identify with any gender and have any relationship to the victim, including being a direct manager, indirect supervisor, coworker, teacher, peer, colleague, associate, or even friend. Some forms of sexual harassment include: Making conditions of employment or advancement dependent on sexual favors, either explicitly or implicitly. Physical acts of sexual assault. Requests for sexual favors. Verbal harassment of a sexual nature, including jokes referring to sexual acts or sexual orientation. Unwanted touching or physical contact. Unwelcome sexual advances. Discussing sexual relations/stories/fantasies at work, school, or in other inappropriate places. Feeling pressured to engage with someone sexually. Exposing oneself or performing sexual acts on oneself. Unwanted sexually explicit photos, emails, or text messages.” Someone explain to me how a threat of rape does not fall under verbal harassment of a sexual nature. On top of that, this list is not exhaustive and absolutely should include verbal threats of sexual assault if the act itself is considered against guidelines. It seems the moderation practice here is based around the line: "Although sexual harassment laws do not usually cover teasing or offhand comments, these behaviors can also be upsetting and have a negative emotional effect." Yet almost everything under the fourth example could fall under that and considering that this is an issue of safety negative effects should be considered - obviously. Or, perhaps, it falls under the fact that despite having resources against sexual harassment or threats such topics are not explicitly considered against guidelines, somehow: "A player breaches the consent clause A player breaches the age of consent clause A player is found to be grooming a member of the community A player assists another in breaching the safety policy This list is not exhaustive of potential safety violations. If a player engages in any unsafe activities that we believe to be harmful or dangerous to themselves or other community members, we will issue a permanent ban." Your safety policy is a joke and cannot be relied on as a competent resource. You should revisit this ASAP.

Audo Weiss looked upon the missive as the artisans shifted a batch of Zvaervauld Lilac Honey into storage. Leaning against the wall, he then folded the parchment. For a moment, a faint feeling of recognition lingered. Only a month ago - was it not - that though terribly unwell she had survived a ghastly episode? How strange it was that the heiress was gone. The viscount couldn't say he felt much for the girl though a loss of life at such a young age, he supposed, was a tragedy he would not wish upon his own family. And yet GOD did try and test all to their fullest no matter his thoughts or those of other mere descendents. "GOD will look after her, for she is in the Seven Skies now."

Audo Weiss read over the missive, pondering it quietly for a moment, accompanied by his Zvaervauld Lilac Honey. Perhaps it was a long time ago that he studied Hanseti-Ruskan History, but he undoubtedly loved his country. He was devout, too, but in no world did GOD come before his own king and nation. A nation he loved independent. "To indirectly show support for Aaun... are we bolstering it? Perhaps we've become too comfortable in ve decades lacking aggression... but how is our memory as a nation so short as to forget that our long term goals are at odds. All Aaun has done is gain power in the time we've let it grow. If we leave it, aid it even... we will niet be independent forevermore." After a long bout of silence, a frown cast over his features. "This is niet the mark of a world power. Our claws are dimmed ag we've lost sight of what we must retain."

[!] A missive is distributed announcing the births of Weiss twins. THE LION’S PRIDE GROWS Issued by the Viscounty of Novkursain Naf zwy hag 12th i Wzuvar ag Byvca i 468 ES [!] A depiction of the twin boys as they lay in their cot. Vikomit Audo Weiss and Princess Verónica Weiss are immensely proud to announce the newest-born members of House Weiss on the 11th i Wzuvar ag Byvca i 468 ES. Their firstborn son and heir Walter León Weiss AND Their second-born son Stanislaw Julian Weiss We know that our children will face the future that awaits them with due diligence. May the heir, Lord Walter León Weiss, be a true leader unto the Weiss. AND May our blessed second-born, Lord Stanislaw Julian Weiss, be guided in all things by GOD. With the birth of a new generation, the family name is assured for yet more years. May it be under the light of GOD that the Weiss’ unshakeable devotion to our nation continue forevermore! Under the care and tutelage of the Weiss family, the two infants will learn to carry their family name with the utmost dignity and pride. As they grow, let it be that they: Take unto themselves the Five Maxims of Pride; Be exemplary in pride for their Hanseti-ruskan and Hyspian heritage; Work untiringly to see our great nation prosper. [!] A depiction of a lion, a lioness, and two cubs. A symbol of the new parents and their twins Krusae zwy kongzem; Va Ve Maan A special double batch of Zvaervauld Lilac Honey™ will be made to mark this most special occasion. Iv Joveo Mann, His Honourable Lordship, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, Baron of Zvaervauld, Custodian of Staalgrav, Sergeant and Military Tribune of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl Her Highness, Verónica Isabella Weiss, Princess of the Viceroyalty of Hyspia, Viscountess-Consort of Novkursain, Baroness-Consort of Zvaervauld, and Member of the Weiss Council

In his room, at his desk, the Viscount of Novkursain had worked diligently through the night to finalise new plans for the Viscounty, accompanied by some delicious breaskfast toast. Sparing but a moment of his precious time, Audo Weiss looked over the notice with an relieved gladness as he ate from his Zvaervauld-Lilac-Honey™-smothered toast: a luxury he tried ever-so-carefully to keep away from his wife at the present time lest she feel sickness arise. Finally, some doctors were around and the arrival of combat medics was nigh - a much-needed addition to the Brotherhood! His gaze drifted to the section about Haus, a distinct sense of pride filling him. Indeed, Haus' own promotion was well earned for his years of service. Though, he couldn't help but notice that Haus decided to hide things again. Once more: a small, meaningless secret. Churning in his gut was a befuddling myriad of emotions at what would otherwise be exceptional news. "Ea..." He set his toasted down onto his plate as a resounding, long quiet followed his mutterings. "Ea must remember to congratulate him..." He told himself quietly, before picking up his quill to continue scratching his plans into parchment. Then, only incessant scrape of work filled the room.

Audo Weiss sat back, leant across his rather uncomfortable throne with his legs kicked up over the side. Undoubtedly, an unrefined stance to take for someone of his status but something he certainly did not care about in his own home! Not any more, anyway. He took a breath, sipping his Zvaervauld Lilac Honey-sweetened coffee. As a servant approached, they dipped their head and offered a sealed envelope to the man, "Vikomit, a letter has arrived." The servant expressed as the envelope changed hands. "Mm, spasiva." Audo bid, dismissing the servant with a wave of one hand as his other broke the seal and unfolded the letter within. His gaze slid over the invite with muted interest. "Baruch ag Amador, hm?" He mused to himself, trying to recall what little he knew of each family involved, as the rim of his cup rested gracefully against his bottom lip in preparation for another sip. Yet that sip was not to come for he paused in his drink abruptly, focusing squarely on the Weiss invitation. Then he was up: "Get ea a pen ag paper! Clearly someauwn must at least update the ducal vassal of Baruch on the affairs of the the peerage! Dobry GOD," He signed the lorraine quickly for his sin, "does niebody read the Palatial Post?"

Audo Weiss lingered with the missive in his mind as he determinedly aided the artisans in moving crates of Zvaervauld Lilac Honey™ into storage. Felix never struck him as the kind of man to want an early retirement but perhaps it was best; perhaps he would have his hands full enough with the Levkursain. "Krusae zwy kongzem." He muttered under his breath.

MC Name: Frostdrop1 Discord: Frostdrop1#6406 Image: Description of Image: A portrait of Felix and Maria Weiss Dimensions: 2 wide, 3 high

Audo Weiss sat upon the throne in the entrance hall of Staalgrav. Bound in bandages his chest heaved deep breaths, and his left arm rested within a sling. The uprising and chaos of the previous day had died down. Loyalty was fickle, he had learnt. He would not make the mistake of lending his trust willingly again. He sat upon his throne with the letter of abdication in his lap - something read and left to simmer. To his lips he raised a mug of coffee, sweetened with Zvaervauld Lilac Field Honey ™: a sharp yet delicious wake-up call to a new day. And a new dawn had arisen, and his life had all but ended with it. And yet he had to remain wise and had to remain vigilant. As the weight of responsibility pressed ever-harder, and the future loomed, and the present waned, the new vikomit was steeled to face it all with or without support.

The Five Maxims of Pride Issued by Vikomit Audo Weiss Naf zwy hag 6th i Tov ag Yermey i 466 ES INTRODUCTION It is with great pride that I have had the honour to watch my family rise within my own lifetime. The founding generations of Weiss have displayed a sense of camaraderie that ought to last for many generations to come. However, such a wish will not manifest without decisive action. With time comes the loss of knowledge and connections to our heritage. In an effort to tackle this impending danger, I do hereby declare for the present and future of the family that we are all to abide by the Five Maxims of Pride. THE FIVE MAXIMS OF PRIDE I. Unshakeable loyalty to the king, the family, and GOD shall be the foremost guides to all. II. A council to guide the family will be formed from the patriarch or matriarch, and otherwise composed of members of their choosing. III. All must be Oathed into the Brotherhood of Saint Karl by the age of eighteen. IV. A challenge issued will be a challenge met. a. Any contest must have the presence of an additional member who will ensure: 1. The legitimacy and fulfilment of any agreed terms 2. The safety of the contestants within agreed boundaries V. The future rests in the hands of the young, and as such they ought to be protected. a. No child below the age of ten will enlist in any armed force b. All children will be taught to defend themselves to the fullest of their capability. Let those who fail to heed these maxims be wary of their own undoing in loyalty, dignity and morality. It is so that the current and future generations of Weiss will require these guiding ideas to retain our founding principles and those which have developed for the sake of civility. With the codification of these maxims, let it be that the Weiss will have a sense of Ancestry and Identity that will last for centuries to come. Krusae zwy kongzem; Vaa ve Maan Iv Joveo Mann, His Lordship, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, Baron of Zvaervauld, Custodian of Staalgrav, Head of the Weiss Council, Captain of the Lion Guard and Military Tribune of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl

The Man You Will Not Be Life is cruel and unfair. Any semblance of happiness may be retained or harshly stripped on fickle whims. And while the tides of fate are beyond the control of any single man, one can control how they navigate the storm. Within the depths of Staalgrav, the room of the Young Master Audo Weiss went untouched by his presence in the days following the wedding. Only one person was privy to his absence - his newly wed, Veronica Weiss. Though it should be noted that her knowledge came not of her careful observance but of her last sighting of her husband in a brief moment of melancholy they shared as they sat beside the rain-swept docks of Sheffield port. “I hate this family,” Audo lashed, though his teary gaze remained glued to the distant waves that grew ever-closer, “It brings nothing but pain.” Showing tears to women was weak, or so he had learned. Perhaps his words were, too. Though the spilling of his heart with such wrath did nothing but scar it. In his stubbornness, despite knowing that the lady he loved was surely pained too, he had chosen to remain alone, merely promising not to do anything rash. A wilting candle-flame licked weakly at the encroaching shadows with which Audo has surrounded himself. His lone form slumped over the desk allotted by the budget the military held to decorate each room of the barracks. Ever-present, the tug of sleep pulled at his weary form and yet it eluded him for with it came visions of that which haunted the recesses of his mind. All that were by his side were two celebratory jars of Zvaervauld Lilac Honey, lovingly crafted and adorned with imagery fit for the Houses of Weiss and de Pelear, and a bottle of Carrion Black. The singular owner of the jars, however, was dead for all Audo knew. Death, which haunted him. Even in his happiest of days, there it lingered as it threatened the tethers of his friend to this world, as it threatened himself, his brother, his father, his sister: Death. “Form a ‘V’, wait for it to charge!” Came a call he understood. In the tense waiting of the moments before the clash of the Haense forces and the invading Inferi, all was quiet except the screams of the commanders. The boy was too young to know who all the people were, merely that he had picked the front with the one family did know, the de Pelears. The Grand Prince had attended the Eastern front, too, and yet the boy’s father had not. “Now!” The cry broke, and in a wave of unison the soldiers sliced at the sides of the flaming boar that rushed through - before shrieks followed and the imps upon its once-armoured back fled as cannonballs smashed down into the crowd from their own side. Disoriented from the crash, some distant awareness that the boar was wreaking havoc on the backlines lingering, the boy took up arms when a new order followed, to charge the Inferi with the other loyal citizenry of Haense. Perhaps GOD smiled upon the loyalty shown that day, or perhaps He pitied the whimsy of a child who wished to save his father’s mind. Either way, through some miracle the boy, though blinded from his shattered glasses, lived the battle in place of his unfortunate allies. He was a blessed one, to escape Death - to sob into the arms of Felix Weiss. He was a blessed one, to ward off Sorrow with the Carrion Black his father gave him. Audo Weiss shifted his gaze from the jars of honey to a bottle of Carrion Black that sat upon the desk. Unopened, it lingered on the rim of the candle’s light. Tauntingly, it dared to glimmer just like the jars of honey under the scrutiny of the man’s gaze. He reached for the bottle, grasping it firmly as his torso rose from the desk with a groan. With a practiced hand, he unscrewed the lid. The stench burned. The boy wrinkled his nose and coughed after he sipped from the king’s goblet. Carrion Black was all the king ever drank, a vile-tasting tar as far as his tongue was concerned! Though his eyes watered, and the lad’s body thoroughly rejected the intake of the alcohol, he slid the drink in front of Karl III: a bad taste it may be, but it was not one of Death - yet. Unlike the young one, when the king raised the goblet to his own lips he could drink as if it were water. He afforded the boy a passing glance, before returning it to the room and those that squabbled across the table before him. Even after Karl III passed, he had words of wisdom for his cupbearer, his shield against would-be assassins. Upon receiving the goblet of the late king, inside a stained black void, Audo was bestowed with a wish that made his heart sink: ‘I hope that you will not become an alcoholic by the age of fifteen’. Perhaps those words might have done some good if spoken while the king had lived. A bottle of Whiskey in his hand, a teenager, Audo sat in the crypt of the kings of yore. Though Karl III had yet to find his resting place, for some years he had made a habit of visiting the likes of Sigismund III ‘The Golden’. His visits started as a naive apology, but had grown into the likes of a one-sided discussion. Some part of him believed the king must’ve been well-loved, and surely such a king would care unconditionally. As he talked, and talked, of the grand Felix Weiss and of the inquisitive Haus Weiss, and of all that tore at his family and his mind, but only the dead were present to hear. He talked, he drank, and he stumbled home. Yet, home was not to be where he would find himself. Drunk as he was, he cursed his younger sister, Sierra Weiss, for failing to heed his warning of safety for the youngest, Via Weiss. “You’re a disgrace to your father!” A call came, as Audo staggered out of the tavern. Speak of the man, and he shall appear. Unfortunately, as Audo stumbled out he fell into the graces of his mentor, Georg I. As he spoke, Felix stood aside. Unrelenting, the glare of the patriarch bore into him and the bottle of whiskey each time Audo swung it as he spoke. Being pleased that the king chose Audo for a task was far from Felix’s mind. Hunching, Audo huffed out a cough, “Papej!” He cried after a hit was laid into his gut. In a feeble attempt to defend himself, he lashed out for Felix’s towering form, only to end up on the ground. With a harsh grasp, Audo’s head was yanked back and in the following moments, he was drowning in whiskey. It burnt his eyes, his nose, his lungs; he spluttered though continued to fight. Empty, the bottle was shattered against the far wall on the alley. In his stupor, Audo could not land a single attack and once pulled to his feet, another hook laid into his gut. His back connected with the alley wall as the contents of his stomach splattered the cobbles below. Felix Weiss, an umbra, loomed before he stooped down to eye-level with his blubbering, pathetic boy. “Son, you’ve hit rock bottom.” But by that time, they were not the only ones in the alley. Felix’s wife, Maria Weiss, looked upon the scene from afar, approaching when she saw fit. A mother, this woman was not - not to Audo. Their time spent together had been minimal, and accepting another figure into his life at such a late age was something he had thus far failed to do. And yet here she stood, to mother him at supposed rock bottom. Her words were not easy, and not all comforting. She was as harsh and as stubborn as Felix and his heir. But even so, she cared. Perhaps a meaningless nothing in any other situation, Maria retrieved a shattered piece of glass from the floor. Outstretched towards him, what little light did shine into the alley glimmered from the rough edges of the remnant. “Take this as a reminder of the son you will not be.” Clasping the Carrion Black in his hand, Audo Weiss raised it to his lips. The bottle tilted ever so slightly, but none of the liquid inside kissed him. Slowly, he drew the bottle away, staring down to the contained blackness. As the candle-light flickered, the reflection wavered in the glass. His grasp tightened; the bottle shattered against the wall, spilling its guts against the wall and floor. Creaking, the chair tilted as Audo raised himself to sit back. A solemn glower fell over his features as he observed the pool of Carrion Black growing at the base of the wall. If Death and Sorrow wanted him, they would have to fight for him.