ULTRAMIDI

The Orcish smith reads the missive in the tavern, instinctively putting his beer aside as he reads about booze poisoning "Fer fooks soike... n' t'ey dedn' eyven succeyd!"

Anniversary for me is a bit late, my exact one is January 4th. I choose the names by using a name generator and lightly altering the results, although the fact I am an experienced Dungeon Master helps with it.

favorite race: Whitewash Orc and dwarf BY FAR, just the most beautiful stubborn lads ever It was easy, I got shown to Adria by Jihnyny and before I knew it I befriended Duke Heinrik. He later betrayed Aaun but we forget that in the stories I enjoy the warclaim sometimes, although some veletz bandits around Kaethul can be a lil absurd (Decapitation, heard a 13 year old (IRP) tell stories of a bandit bragging on how he was going to torture her uncle)

the most: villainy (banditing friends and banditing with friends) and lore stuff least: nation rp, I don’t like government stuff, prefer religious events and heavy Urguani tavern nights

Question 1: probably the story moment that my dwarf had while teaching his son smithing and such, truly heartwarming Question 2: I didn’t, I’ve had the bad habit of quickly killing chars off because of my jumping interests, I just recently forced myself to keep up this orc until he is at least 350 Years of gets force PK Question 3: Probably Thor or Bucky, specifically winter soldier and dark world versions

A year through already... First of all: darn that went fast, a year on LOTC is truly shorter than you'd say, albeit I've played way too many characters, it's been a fun route. Loads of good RP, met fun people, definetily had some mess-ups and a ban through the way for a month or so, but that doesn't ruin it! Two humans, a dwarf and an elf further and we're here, almost back at the rp I started with... Merlan Oldrock - Blew himself up, gunpowder isn't an alchemical herb? I think different! Thelgrud Mossborn - May the dwarf rest in peace, drowned in quicksand, proud of his son in the Khaz'a'dendrumm (As far as known...) Talinya Blackroot - Not exactly a PK, but on her hiatus as epiphyte in the middle of the forest somewhere Alastar Oldrock, Alastar Volkov, Vamir, The Mentor - I gave this lad many names and I regret a load of stuff I did with the poor lad, aside from that: I'm a ghost I'm a ghost I'm a ghosty ghosty ghost I think that sums up everyone I've played, apart from an Oldrock whose name I forgot, died on his first day alive. To _GreyW0lf, _RoyalCrafter_, Musashi81004, Bird5k, Xein000, SharpString and Heart_Spam specifically: Thank you for the grand amount of rp, I loved every second of RP I had with you lads and am I looking forward to the future RP coming! With the preaching, thanks and summing done, thank you LOTC for granting me this beautiful addition to my life, and Ask Me Anything!

*swallows three blasting potions before SSing*

IGN: Nusti75 Character: Lord Yrmshik Fiyem Description/Introduction: housemage, but truly just ooga booga swordsman, undefeated in combat

The Orcish smith sniffs "Fer once t'ey culd defend t'emselves yer wuld sae... whoire bey guards ef yer neyd t'em" Before realising he himself is a guard, and was getting drunk in Urguan

Clan Fiyem ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚱᚨᚠᛏ ᚹᛖ ᛗᚨᚴᛖ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚢᚱ ᛗᚨᚱᚴ ᛟᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛖᛗᛖᚴᚨᚱ - ᛞᚢᚾᚷᚱᛁᛗᛗ - ᚨᚾᛒᛖᛚᛚᚨ History and Creation of the Clan: The Fiyem Clan was created by Sir Yrmshik Fiyem, a whitewash Orc. Yrmshik himself once started as a trialling of the Lur Clan within Krugmar. Some time later, he went to the viscounty of Celia’sul, now known as Maehr’nor, here he had a duel with the viscount and took the poor elf’s arm. Later, this somehow ended with Yrmshik getting a job as High Smith in the viscounty, leading to his whitewashing. After the whitewashing, Yrmshik was just Yrmshik, having no family bound to him. For this, he asked his viscount for a new last name, ending up with the elvish word for “Reborn”, Fiyem. Traditions of the Fiyem: A Fiyem is a master of their craft, during the beginning of their lives they will choose one. A Fiyem can have as many crafts at their possession as they wish, but the craft they choose shall be a craft they must work to master. With this comes the logical reason for the Fiyem motto: "The craft we make is our mark on the land" The Fiyems owe allegiance to Maehr’nor in battle, for their name and honor originates from the viscount, Xavier Adiler. Any Fiyem running into bandits on the land of Maehr’nor is expected to show no mercy, and if an Adiler gets hurt, their first priority shall be aiding and defending this Adiler. Fiyem Trials: The Fiyem follow the ways of the dwed greatly in their progression throughout the clan. A Fiyem can have one of the following ranks, from lowest to highest: Beardling, Trialling, Fiyem, Clan Elder, Clanhead. In order to progress from Trialling to Fiyem, one needs to complete the three trials of the Fiyem, which go as follows: Trial 1: Go out into the forest, desert, or any other wild place and kill an animal here. The Fiyem is expected to take the animal back to the clanhall, loot it’s pelt, horns and anything else in the case it has this. Trial 2: The Fiyem is to use the gained items from the hunt to craft an item, whether this’d be a coat, a blade, or just a simple trinket. They are then to offer this item to Yemekar at the shrine within the clanhall. Trial 3: As the very last one of their trials, a Fiyem gets to choose an animal, this animal shall be given to them in the shape of a chimera based after the animal. Once this has been made, the Fiyem is to say the vows of the Fiyem while their sigil is tattooed on one of the shoulders. These vows are strictly forbidden to share with the public. For every single of these trials one rule goes: they are only valid if the Clanhead or a Clan Elder of the Fiyems is present.

Sir Yrmshik Fiyem reads the letter in his smithy, letting out a deep sigh "One o' t'ese days peyple bey gunnae act decen'... focken' mage elves bey jest as bad as Uruks"

Same stuff is happening to me, I wanna give people stuuuuuffff

ᚴᚨᚱᚨᚨᛞ - ᛁᛏᚺᛟᚱ - ᛟᚱᛞ ᚤᛖᛗᛖᚴᚨᚱ - ᛞᚢᚾᚷᚱᛁᛗᛗ *Personal logo of our shop - Yes this is watermarked Fiyem Smithy: where metal turns into art I welcome you to the High Smithy of Maehr’nor , spreading through nations as you read this! In need of a blade or hammer? A tool? A jewel? We can make it all! Want to learn smithing? Send a bird to Fiyem, or talk to him personally. Students are always welcome, given they make the test. We are currently purely located within Kaethul, more known as Silver Merchant Sovereignty or SMS. *Our smith crafting a sword - Sir Y. Fiyem, High Smith of Maehr’nor

MC Name: Nusti75 Discord: ultramidi666 Image: Description of Image: logo of my new smithy Dimensions: 1x1

Just the amount of times this was remade deserves a reward, also, looks really good! +1

A whitewash Uruk growls as he finishes off a messenger zombie, taking the parchment from it's dead/undead hands "Darkspawn? Again?!? The Brath and Firstborn stand by us"

This mistake is made a lot, Celia'nor is a capital, Celia'sul is a viscounty of Petra

Great Auction of Celia'sul [!] This missive is sent out to all nations allied with Petra in the ongoing warclaim I, Sir Yrmshik Fiyem, wish to invite any willing citizens of Petra's allied nations to the Great Auction of Celia'sul. This Auction will be held in one stone year, on Sun's Smile. A missive will be sent out that same year on Snow's Maiden, with a list of items that will be Auctioned off. To put something up for auction, please bird Sir Yrmshik Fiyem or find me in Celia'sul or Kaethul. Entries can be registered until The Deep Cold, to make sure the missive can be made in time. An entry fee will be included with this: One can add in as much as they want, albeit for the first item entered, a fee of 15 Mina is to be payed. All earnings from items will go to those who put them up, unless specified by the person themselves. - Sir Y. Fiyem, High Smith of Celia'sul

Darklings - A dark halfling adventure Darklings, a dark adventure in the land of the wee. On the edge of the forest of Dúnwen, a cottage has suddenly been renovated, a light burning inside once more. What could this mean? Who is inside, or what is?

A Call For Funds [!] This missive is sent out to residents of: Aaun, Petra, Haense, Urguan and Dunwen Friends, Allies and strangers. I am calling for a help for funding of the Viscounty of Celia'sul, a safe place for all in need of one. I, Ser Yrmshik, am opening up my forge in Celia'sul for all in need of a weapon, jewel or any other sort of forged or handcrafted object, no item shall cost more than 60 Mina. Hopefully this will make those in need of a weapon choose our smithy, and help us earn the Mina we are in need of. To order an item and contribute to our Viscounty, please send a bird to Yrmshik, or find me in Celia'sul, the castle south of Stran. - Signed: Ser Yrmshik, High Smith of Celia'sul

Yrmshik sat at his shrine, defeated, his eyes taken by battle and craft, one hole covered with a metal eyepatch, the other burnt close, marks of metal spread over the wound. He was a strong Orc, a master of his craft, yet without his eyes he had... nothing. His vision was the key to his life, battling, smithing, guarding even, nothing could be done without it. All he could see were flashes of his life, good days in the woods, enjoying the smell and look of melting iron in the forge, and the sparks of smithing. He had thought when he lost his eyes it wouldn't be bad, after all, he had done so many things in his life, he could just use muscle memory for them. Right? But after slamming and burning his hands in the forge and under his hammer a hundred times, walking into the wall more than properly being able to guide himself through the building, he was defeated. Finally it came to a point where he could handle the pain no more, he had lost his entire life to the blindness, and he had decided to go to Dungrimm, for his final effort. Hours, days he spent pleading to Dungrimm and Yemekar for help, as he finally fell unconscious on the shrine, no tears being able to be found, yet the hopelessness being readable over the Orc's face, as he layed there, wrecked by his loss, and fallen from a lack of sleep.

+1 I’ve not seen any special metals that weren’t from the vaults, nor have I ever owned anything to begin with, let it come through! The magnetus is starting to pour out of my nose by now.

Yrmshik "Daemonslayer" Sul reads the missive in his forge with a smile "Seyms loike Adiler es not teh onleh impure anehmore" he says, keeping up the horrible joke

Yrmshik's Cache Hunt #5 Yrmshik's Cache hunt is a small questline funded by Yrmshik'Sul, where people are provided with a singular picture, nation name or riddle, and have to guess where a cache is, if they find it, they screenshot the cache with themselves next to it. The first person to send in a screenshot wins the password to the cache, and with that, everything within the cache! Rules of Yrmshik's Cache hunt: - In the cache hunt post either a screenshot, nation name or riddle is provided, sometimes multiple, asking for hints outside of this will lock you out of the competition (Unless it is a reminder of the 3 day hint) - You must provide yourself in the screenshot to prevent fakes - Only the first person gets the password, late with your message? Too bad! - The items within the Cache aren't revealed unless the finder wants it, but there shall always be some crp and some regular rp stuff in there - For every 3 days the Cache is unfound, the post is edited with an extra hint - Do not lockpick the cache, come on lads, how much of a griefer can you be - Those are the rules, have fun! Fifth Caches Riddle: Where the duchy of the slovenian page stands, I was hidden away by noble hands. May the best man or woman win, good luck and may the odds be immer in your favor!

Yrmshik's Cache Hunt #4 Yrmshik's Cache hunt is a small questline funded by Yrmshik'Sul, where people are provided with a singular picture, nation name or riddle, and have to guess where a cache is, if they find it, they screenshot the cache with themselves next to it. The first person to send in a screenshot wins the password to the cache, and with that, everything within the cache! Rules of Yrmshik's Cache hunt: - In the cache hunt post either a screenshot, nation name or riddle is provided, sometimes multiple, asking for hints outside of this will lock you out of the competition (Unless it is a reminder of the 3 day hint) - You must provide yourself in the screenshot to prevent fakes - Only the first person gets the password, late with your message? Too bad! - The items within the Cache aren't revealed unless the finder wants it, but there shall always be some crp and some regular rp stuff in there - For every 3 days the Cache is unfound, the post is edited with an extra hint - Do not lockpick the cache, come on lads, how much of a griefer can you be - Those are the rules, have fun! Fourth Caches Riddle: Where the magic of cold joins our side, below the ice, I reside May the best man or woman win, good luck and may the odds be immer in your favor!